This is a song about "Chickenheads bobbing for oral sex"

Malcolm sex, there is no doubt

I've got nothin' to worry about

And in love with her, lets have sex

Convertibles with turbo jets

We fight then we have make up sex

I'm on deck i'm up next

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

A whore is someone who want money for sex

I dont give a fuck about your sex

Aimin' at his partner who know he up next

Spit equators equate to strain ya neck head bobbing

You know that love is a very serious thing

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

Looking for dangerously hot nigga's and safe sex

Cause this album pack enough evil

When your girl gives me oral