This is a song about "Sex songs"

People dislike my stance, the lyrics in songs,

It's so hard for civilians, thank god you with a boss

I'm on deck i'm up next

You would bet on malcolm sex

They left the keys to the brand new porsche

I could barely write these songs

Sweet, okay makes sense

And we havin' rough sex

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

Me and your mum had rough sex

And getting songs signed by minors

Talking about the god you serve

Convertibles with turbo jets

And in love with her, lets have sex

And sing songs every stary night

Watchin the cops roll byit ain't easy... that's right