This is a song about "Sex after dinner"

You too young and you don't know what i'm fightin' for

I was just a beginner, ain't have shit for dinner

You would bet on malcolm sex

Sweet, okay makes sense

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

Me and your mum had rough sex

Stuff all the steak on my dinner plate

I'm laughing; you couldn't wait to escape

I'm with three girls at once, call it a 3 course dinner/

I’m picking through the crowd tryna see a little clearer

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

Convertibles with turbo jets

I stay awake , dreaming for sex

I wonder, if there is any dinner

I rush to tend her, talked as i touch her