This is a song about "Sex chat"

Just trying to decipher between violence and sex

Blewin' some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense

After lebron, i'm what's next

Me and your mum had rough sex

They like talk to em young

Call me malcolm sex or tyson

Fed ain't dumb but they sittin' in the cold dark

Chat so much shit you should speak threw a fart

Go and chat them up ask them if they wanna chill

Takin' shots of poon juice to the head for a cheap thrill

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

I stay awake , dreaming for sex

To when we used to chat, wondering

First off congratulations on the win

Only thing between me and your bitch is a latex

Looking for dangerously hot nigga's and safe sex