This is a song about "Sex with harvey"

Young, nigga having sex many ways with your mother.

The therapist said hello but my mom would wonder

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

We fight then we have make up sex

Just trying to decipher between violence and sex

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Malcolm sex, there is no doubt

Niggas rollin' deep, burners pulled out

A coward dies a thousand deaths

It wasn't about the sex

I dont give a fuck about your sex

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

Looking for dangerously hot nigga's and safe sex

And we havin' rough sex

Convertibles with turbo jets