This is a song about "Make up sex"

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

Fuck you, blunt stuck to my face like make up,

Sweet, okay makes sense

And we havin' rough sex

Hit it til your make up missing

Why not me the same thing

We fight then we have make up sex

I'm on deck i'm up next

Now we was once two niggas of the same kind

Too many thoughts, cant make up my mind

She said i'm ready to fuck

But then we would make-up

I had a long day and i really wanna fuck

Ma rap make no sens .short line weak bars it's fuked up

You would bet on malcolm sex

A coward dies a thousand deaths