This is a song about "Orgasm and sex"

You can call me cancer but i don't smoke cigarettes

Of you wannabes rapping bout thugs,drugs, and sex,

After lebron, i'm what's next

I stay awake , dreaming for sex

Sweet, okay makes sense

It wasn't about the sex

Slim davy, malcolm sex, we rape, kill, and rap

Track and field with the birds, i’m running em like track

Fuck, condom pocket, luckily, i brought one

Well last night i got her to orgasm

You would bet on malcolm sex

Convertibles with turbo jets

Unless you're ready for a boring ass time and you're an orgasm faker.

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

All i wanna do is have sex and eat pie

Half of my game? yo, that shit be a lie