This is a song about "Child sex"

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

Just trying to decipher between violence and sex

Candy on my skull can call me a child

Relationships should never rewind

And still a nigga made it here

It malcolm sex in his automobile"

I call heads, but i get sex/

Sweet, okay makes sense

You would bet on malcolm sex

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

As: they will be so surprised

And i'm still considered a child

Black thoughts in my eyes got me hypnotized

All i know is i'm a problem child turned foster child

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

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead