This is a song about "Midnight sex"

If you don’t watch out

Malcolm sex, there is no doubt

After lebron, i'm what's next

It wasn't about the sex

You smell the ounce, i ain't even in ya house yet

Dick out, cake in mouth, sex sex sex, check her eyes, yup their red,

Finna take them home after midnight

Was he stressing you, wasn’t fucking you right

My all gold rolly or the

Malcolm sex is still a

And i wait until midnight, then strike her in the night time,

And throw up the diamond sign, boy you know i'mma shine

We fight then we have make up sex

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets