This is a song about "Sex pussies"

All these pussies i've tapped

The faker they shakin' my hand

Can't decide, take em out

Malcolm sex, there is no doubt

These pussies are pushing it, ‘bout to cross to the line.

Now i'm the young one with the 9 ready to put in my time

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

They ain’t sleeping until they know every customer fed

And when my eyes looking like a nigga tired

Unassertive pussies cant keep work

A coward dies a thousand deaths

And we havin' rough sex

Bong, vaporizer, in the sack now

Before i make pussies meow

I tear pussies open, they need stitches

Here’s a tissue for you bitches