This is a song about "Panda sex with loons"

Just trying to decipher between violence and sex

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

Call me malcolm sex or tyson

Two reflections into one

I didn’t have sex with u like you said

Kinda pop tart, when i bite into them red

Search signals planting a panda in ammonium

And i'm man-genie, flyer than the rest of them

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

Bitches these days have sex so much and end up with so many fucking kids

It wasn't about the sex

Convertibles with turbo jets

Go play with your sex toy

Columbus, holla at ya boy

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

You know if you was harder than me then you'd be lead