This is a song about "Lesbians having sex"

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

So i turn to look and find out

Malcolm sex, there is no doubt

Yes, i'm sure we could all agree

Having some prosperity

A coward dies a thousand deaths

Quit dreamin, we aint gonna have sex

Just trying to decipher between violence and sex

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

I'm on deck i'm up next

And we havin' rough sex

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

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