This is a song about "Crying about sex"

Aimin' at his partner who know he up next

I stay awake , dreaming for sex

It wasn't about the sex

Convertibles with turbo jets

Just these words crying over shoulders,

Got one, got two, three, four girls

If i told you about my sex life

In this cracked crack fag back slab in disguise

And getting money is the song i sing

You left in a bind baby sis crying

Crying about what i have and they lack

Know what i do: manufacturing crack

I'm on deck i'm up next

You would bet on malcolm sex

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

Looking for dangerously hot nigga's and safe sex