This is a song about "Dead sex"

Tell mr. hill we ain't trippin, we cool

I first had sex in preschool

The correct answers malcolm sex man

And tell ‘em that i don’t give a damn

Just trying to decipher between violence and sex

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Convertibles with turbo jets

And in love with her, lets have sex

And when we fucked i just wished it was safe sex

Only thing between me and your bitch is a latex

Who knows what the

Malcolm sex is still a

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

Threw the sack to his lil' niggas workin the set