This is a song about "Sex on the roof with lexis pounded her for hours"

There's no reason for her to continue on with this torture.

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

Went to a lie detector for a test and the truth came that you had sex with different men

Instead of countin sheep, niggas countin cannibalsand that's how it is in the pen

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

You would bet on malcolm sex

They rang the bell and pounded on the door

And you ain't gotta go to war

I'm just grateful there's a roof and food on the table

Fumble or you crumble, get murked on the humble

Y’all little ass niggas can’t fuck with that

And malcolm sex is shitting on the crap

Oh, not again! another critic writing report

Swing my sever of the roof on an extension cord

From the gutter to the roof

Dark side of town, baby mama blues