This is a song about "Honey bun sex"

Buying a killing product, giving killers my money, for some honey,

And every night, believe, we gon' leave with somebody

And in love with her, lets have sex

A coward dies a thousand deaths

Sweet, okay makes sense

Just who is malcolm sex

Go downstairs, take my water, fluff it with honey

Froze my bank account and seized my guarantee

You need money holla at ya boy honey

Yeah got to the club early just to get in free

Sticky fingers from pot of honey

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

Took my heart away from money

I will grow taller then you honey

He found this ample time to touch her bun,

Thy kingdom come, thy will be done