This is a song about "Having sex"

It wasn't about the sex

Sweet, okay makes sense

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

Fuck me the monster said, somehow the monster's dead

Malcolm sex, there is no doubt

So don't ask me why they strung out

Convertibles with turbo jets

And in love with her, lets have sex

You would bet on malcolm sex

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

I'm on deck i'm up next

And we havin' rough sex

Carolina where i made it from

Call me malcolm sex or tyson

But i'd just rather 2-step, like my first steps

We fight then we have make up sex