This is a song about "Mom son sex"

Blewin' some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense

Looking for dangerously hot nigga's and safe sex

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

You would bet on malcolm sex

Aimin' at his partner who know he up next

I stay awake , dreaming for sex

And we havin' rough sex

Convertibles with turbo jets

I call heads, but i get sex/

I'm on deck i'm up next

Cooking in a laboratory, hoping i can tell a story

Headed home his son ran to his mom in excitement and hugged her strongly

Is heaven just another door? i leave this here

It malcolm sex in his automobile"

Because of the feds as we pledge to let our plague spread

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