This is a song about "Love sex drugs"

And i like my window tinted out

Malcolm sex, there is no doubt

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

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

We fight then we have make up sex

But i'd just rather 2-step, like my first steps

Now im a registed sex offender

Got your whore doing shit that's uncalled for

I call heads, but i get sex/

Sweet, okay makes sense

And we havin' rough sex

I'm on deck i'm up next

Go play with your sex toy

I should have known from the start boy

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

Drivin' my impala and selling drugs