This is a song about "Sex whit u"

She like dudes whit lotto money from

Vijay singh and all of them

But my vision has inclined to some interscope, and its home

Having sex till four o'clock in the mourn but u still checking your phone

And in love with her, lets have sex

But i'd just rather 2-step, like my first steps

Malcolm sex, the next eminem

Now look: the change has come

I call heads, but i get sex/

I'm on deck i'm up next

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Just trying to decipher between violence and sex

Malcolm sex, there is no doubt

I might even stick my tongue out

Take a shot at the excorcist then x em out with these words

She like dudes whit lotto money from flippin lotta birds