This is a song about "Me having sex with my crush"

Pessimistic we are, carry odds like luggage

Not having my jodi with me has got me in pain so much.

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

I may exaggerate but butt sex aggravates me

If i told you about my sex life

But let me thank destiny i'm still alive

I subdue then crush my enemies then pursue to rush entity's

Niggas fightin 'cross the whole planet, so it could never be peace

Only thing between me and your bitch is a latex

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

2 of her friends in the back boy

Go play with your sex toy

Pursuin' my happiness, suitable rapper here

Must be my sex appeal, the ladies ideal

They had a hell of a run

Call me malcolm sex or tyson