This is a song about "Sex faggots"

Then swag it out, ounces then bags is out

Malcolm sex, there is no doubt

Just trying to decipher between violence and sex

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

And we havin' rough sex

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

Those faggots won the gay off

Intendent attend them, cool cause

Quit dreamin, we aint gonna have sex

But i'd just rather 2-step, like my first steps

Up parents, faggots and the feminists

Jumped off the porch when i was like six

See i live up in a shotgun home, niggas think they're prophet jones,

Yeah, broken ass bones, and shattered hearts, faggots follow faggots like theyr fuckin clones,