This is a song about "Having gay sex"

That whatever it creates it will land in the head

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

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

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

Like michael jackson, how you do me this way

You think im gay gay, what the hey hey

Just trying to decipher between violence and sex

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

So don't ask me why they strung out

Malcolm sex, there is no doubt

Having some prosperity

Third ward general, young cash money

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

And we havin' rough sex

Malcolm sex, the next eminem

So keep fronting till my peeps come