This is a song about "Love sex drugs"

Drivin' my impala and selling drugs

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

Bonding over our love for drugs

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

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

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

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

You would bet on malcolm sex

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

Malcolm sex, there is no doubt

After lebron, i'm what's next

We fight then we have make up sex

When you next to medo you wanna test me ?put your tired head on my chest

A depressed mess accepting empty sex and left bereft of love expressed