This is a song about "Having gay sex"

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

But my vision has inclined to some interscope, and its home

Cause i ain't really care what the rest say

Don't try to blow me, you fucking gay

Malcolm sex, the next eminem

My drive is like no one

Ive been having these thoughts

Shots, they back and forth

Just trying to decipher between violence and sex

Only thing between me and your bitch is a latex

I call heads, but i get sex/

Sweet, okay makes sense

And we havin' rough sex

I'm on deck i'm up next

Best believe this is the boy

Go play with your sex toy