This is a song about "Sex about shit"

Shop at saks fifth like it's a target

I'll just be talking shit about my own shit

Im not all about that fake shit

You don't mean that, you faggot

Momma saying daddy a sex addict and a piece of shit/

You see they way out they minds with no return ticket

Now it's time to eat

Talk shit about the clique,

It wasn't about the sex

After lebron, i'm what's next

Inked up on my hands and arms, got them jams in my pocket

And typical lyricists rapping about silly shit,

The bitches is everything in between

Its malcolm sex, things about to get mean

In the mood for sex they shit bricks when my dicks erect

Keep her there, so nobody can wonder where her face went