This is a song about "Make up sex"

I stay awake , dreaming for sex

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

I'ma make it up to both of you

I'm tryna learn somethin new

You would bet on malcolm sex

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

I'm on deck i'm up next

We fight then we have make up sex

Ironic this verse was conceived while drivin’ a lex

Dont need them blowing me up for some make-up sex,

Just who is malcolm sex

11.1.11 is when it all makes sense

But then we would make-up

Fuck that shit, i don't give a fuck

I’m a bad boy, bitch, ask puff, sip ciroc its my last cup

Flexing in his picture, tryna make his muscles stick up