This is a song about "Having sex"

Malcolm sex, there is no doubt

Only chicken heads chicken out

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

Don’t let it drift away like a feather and i’m home, home, home

Most of them niggas dumb

Malcolm sex, the next eminem

I dont give a fuck about your sex

After lebron, i'm what's next

A coward dies a thousand deaths

It wasn't about the sex

Quit dreamin, we aint gonna have sex

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

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

11.1.11 is when it all makes sense

All the girls wanna have sex