This is a song about "Having gay sex"

Doin wild shit, lookin at the sun don't pay

I hope you prayed, unless your gay

Malcolm sex, the next eminem

Herpes virus, yeah bitch, i fought one

A coward dies a thousand deaths

All the girls wanna have sex

Took my heart away from money

Having some prosperity

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

You would bet on malcolm sex

Don't try to blow me, you fucking gay

And she gon let it loose, hey

Having sex till four o'clock in the mourn but u still checking your phone

But oh i can’t stay away, not never, your my home, home, home

Cycles," "you're no michael jackson, i'm having

From los angee area anytime i'm fucking landing