This is a song about "Sex money fast cars"

I stay awake , dreaming for sex

After lebron, i'm what's next

That going through some things

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

I'm in a rare breed, extraordinary league

All these rappers talk about is sex money and weed

(fast) i want da money car door funny

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

Just who is malcolm sex

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

Fat rhymes every time, bitch, roseanne bars

And my vision isn't set on the money i get

You can keep the fast cars, i just want a level head

I be murdering bars

Got like a hundred cars