This is a song about "Sex fight"

Too much sex appealing.

Bun b, i’m underground king

You would bet on malcolm sex

I'm on deck i'm up next

Dick out, cake in mouth, sex sex sex, check her eyes, yup their red,

Why? cause i really didn’t wanna get my shit wet

After lebron, i'm what's next

It wasn't about the sex

Me and your mum had rough sex

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

Tell mr. hill we ain't trippin, we cool

I first had sex in preschool

Malcolm sex is the devil's minister

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

I call heads, but i get sex/

Convertibles with turbo jets