This is a song about "Hardcore sex"

Sweet, okay makes sense

Me and your mum had rough sex

Hardcore raw metaphors are strong as the queens' jaws,

Issue your warrant, informant, bitch i’ve been a boss

Can't use the phonecause i'm sure someone is tappin indid it before

Forevermore i will be here and nevermore will the haters be hardcore

We fight then we have make up sex

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

A coward dies a thousand deaths

You would bet on malcolm sex

Malcolm sex, there is no doubt

So don't ask me why they strung out

My d & p frizest, they haven't seen the streets yet

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

Just trying to decipher between violence and sex

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense