This is a song about "Mudchute sex pest"

Let me go like this, ready for whatever

Sorry baby i don’t mean to pest-er

A clever idea to take something they said

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

We fight then we have make up sex

A coward dies a thousand deaths

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Just trying to decipher between violence and sex

You trying real hard to appeal to someone

Malcolm sex, the next eminem

Convertibles with turbo jets

I dont give a fuck about your sex

Sweet, okay makes sense

It wasn't about the sex

Might as well get it off yo’ chest

Sicker than a tick pest