This is a song about "Blowjobs and sex"

I'm on deck i'm up next

Me and your mum had rough sex

You would bet on malcolm sex

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

How they got these niggas on the tv selling miracles

Now replaced with mc's rappin' 'bout sex, woman, and money doubles//

See, the luxury that we accustomed to, i take a smut to eat

They talk to me saying all i should do is kill,have sex and smoke weed

Just trying to decipher between violence and sex

You can call me cancer but i don't smoke cigarettes

And we havin' rough sex

Sweet, okay makes sense

When you next to medo you wanna test me ?put your tired head on my chest

A depressed mess accepting empty sex and left bereft of love expressed

The people ain't got shoes for they feet, or food to eat

All these rappers talk about is sex money and weed