This is a song about "Death sex"

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

I stay awake , dreaming for sex

Too much sex appealing.

Get off a key like i can’t sing

And we havin' rough sex

Sweet, okay makes sense

I rush to tend her, talked as i touch her

Now im a registed sex offender

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Just trying to decipher between violence and sex

Listen son,these rhymes wont even get you dick,forget sex

Blewin' some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense

I dont give a fuck about your sex

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

It malcolm sex in his automobile"

Yeah, and i ain't saying that i'm nas here