This is a song about "Phone sex"

Sweet, okay makes sense

Me and your mum had rough sex

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Just trying to decipher between violence and sex

Stop blowin up my phone

So don't follow me home

Looking for dangerously hot nigga's and safe sex

Ironic this verse was conceived while drivin’ a lex

Soon as i get home

A lotta hoes in my phone

I'm on deck i'm up next

I call heads, but i get sex/

A coward dies a thousand deaths

You would bet on malcolm sex

Calling bitches up on my cellular phone,

I'm winning cause ricky made my mistakes known