This is a song about "Sex love drugs"

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

Bonding over our love for drugs

I'm on deck i'm up next

We fight then we have make up sex

Sweet, okay makes sense

You would bet on malcolm sex

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

It wasn't about the sex

A coward dies a thousand deaths

Me and your mum had rough sex

Convertibles with turbo jets

And in love with her, lets have sex

Pursuin' my happiness, suitable rapper here

It malcolm sex in his automobile"

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

And i'm somali so i guess i'm just tryna eat bread