This is a song about "Sex drugs love"

Call me malcolm sex or tyson

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

It malcolm sex in his automobile"

Buzz it, like my very first day in here

Bonding over our love for drugs

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

I stay awake , dreaming for sex

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Looking for dangerously hot nigga's and safe sex

Why'd you slang crack? cause i had toa nigga gotta pay the fuckin rent

A depressed mess accepting empty sex and left bereft of love expressed

Convertibles with turbo jets

All the girls wanna have sex

On my back boy, holla back boy

Go play with your sex toy