This is a song about "Having sex"

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

I feel something change in the weather, and i’m home, home, home

It ain't gon' be no back and forth

Ive been having these thoughts

A coward dies a thousand deaths

And we havin' rough sex

Call me malcolm sex or tyson

Just a place that they can come

If a nigga didn't fake like them

Malcolm sex, the next eminem

Pushing in my mama van

The correct answers malcolm sex man

I'm on deck i'm up next

I call heads, but i get sex/