This is a song about "Mcdonalds sex"

We fight then we have make up sex

A coward dies a thousand deaths

I dont give a fuck about your sex

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

Quit dreamin, we aint gonna have sex

Looking for dangerously hot nigga's and safe sex

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

Convertibles with turbo jets

You would bet on malcolm sex

I'm tired of mcdonalds, want a chick that cook chicano

Annihilatin' those, i'm rakin' but makin' dough

I should have known from the start boy

Go play with your sex toy

Sweet, okay makes sense

All the girls wanna have sex