This is a song about "Sex in the sex tape"

You would bet on malcolm sex

I'm on deck i'm up next

Just to try to get a piece of success, love me less

Of the sex organs, you better checks smalls den cause unless

Having sex till four o'clock in the mourn but u still checking your phone

That why when he outta town i make sure she is not alone

And malcolm sex is shitting on the crap

Fame is a drug i knew that before jay said that

The ones talkin bout sex, money, && wrappers

Crystal glasseswe mash on them jealous bastards

Actions speak louder than words, let me try this shit, dead

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

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

All the girls wanna have sex

It was the best sex it grosses me out

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route