This is a song about "Sex with candon"

This is like love, that you can never get

I didn’t have sex with u like you said

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

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

Quit dreamin, we aint gonna have sex

Make them more insecure when they caught one

Call me malcolm sex or tyson

You would bet on malcolm sex

11.1.11 is when it all makes sense

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

It wasn't about the sex

It malcolm sex in his automobile"

School ain't even start yet, there ain't not freaks here