This is a song about "Bird sex"

Fuck what you heard

Too stoned to kill a bird/

A lil, signed, sealed, delivered

Since that night i’m like a bird

Sweet, okay makes sense

You would bet on malcolm sex

Like a nerd' rapping so fast like a crazy bird

Your body's saying things i ain't never heard

After lebron, i'm what's next

We fight then we have make up sex

From the ghetto to the 'burbs, know we meant, every word

I feel an irony assuming you look like a tweety bird

Just who is malcolm sex

I'm on deck i'm up next

I'mma about to mess up all of itjust dont say another word

I feel an irony assuming you look like a tweety bird