This is a song about "Mcdonalds sex"

No need to trip, you can tell em that i’m cool as hell

And end up working at mcdonalds or taco bell

When they here today what you say to them

Call me malcolm sex or tyson

I'm on deck i'm up next

We fight then we have make up sex

Sweet, okay makes sense

And we havin' rough sex

Two childhood friends just died, i couldn't crya damn shame, when will we ever change

So i'll probably end up working at mcdonalds, spittin' this rage,

Proposing naked in the opening of mcdonalds

Far from alarmed, i just part wit my problems

11.1.11 is when it all makes sense

You would bet on malcolm sex

I first had sex in preschool

The thugs say i'm cool