This is a song about "Sex jelly"

In my bread and peanut butter you're the jelly in between

I’m lost without them, when they around i am charles sheen

Malcolm sex, there is no doubt

If you to check out

11.1.11 is when it all makes sense

Me and your mum had rough sex

Sweet, okay makes sense

And we havin' rough sex

We fight then we have make up sex

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

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

Pissing on girls like r-kelly, feeding them my jelly

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

It wasn't about the sex

Too much sex appealing.

Let my angel sing