This is a song about "Sex with bradlis"

Malcolm sex, there is no doubt

I might even stick my tongue out

Bitches these days have sex so much and end up with so many fucking kids

Engineering, medicine, religion, fine arts, and built the great pyramids

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

We fight then we have make up sex

Quit dreamin, we aint gonna have sex

A coward dies a thousand deaths

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

Just trying to decipher between violence and sex

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

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

Now replaced with mc's rappin' 'bout sex, woman, and money doubles//

And we havin' rough sex

I'm on deck i'm up next