This is a song about "Bird sex"

I'm on deck i'm up next

It wasn't about the sex

But i'd just rather 2-step, like my first steps

We fight then we have make up sex

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

Just who is malcolm sex

Dick out, cake in mouth, sex sex sex, check her eyes, yup their red,

And don't perform after him or you might regret

I feel an irony assuming you look like a tweety bird

After i dig her up and then eat her out with a bit of mustard

I am no longer scared now, i'm free as a bird

Oh, a taco joke, domo smoke, i heard

11.1.11 is when it all makes sense

Me and your mum had rough sex

While niggas flirti'm sewing tigers on my shirt

Yellow feathers splittin letters like big bird