This is a song about "Morning sex"

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

Know how it feels waking up every morning

Malcolm sex, the next eminem

I bake the cake but you can't get a crumb

The feds slower than a can pouring

Tissues and moans even in the morning

You would bet on malcolm sex

I'm on deck i'm up next

I call heads, but i get sex/

Convertibles with turbo jets

And this will be the song that we sing

Your mom walks in and says good morning

So if it comes down, may the best man win

Woke up, toke up, and start my morning

Just trying to decipher between violence and sex

Thank god for what i did with blocking against this shaky defense