This is a song about "Superbowl sex"

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

- or i'mma fuckin' put this gun in your fuckin' head

Thank god for what i did with blocking against this shaky defense

Just trying to decipher between violence and sex

And when we fucked i just wished it was safe sex

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

Champagne, foreign names in my pool

I first had sex in preschool

We fight then we have make up sex

11.1.11 is when it all makes sense

It malcolm sex in his automobile"

I'm just expectin' the spectator's respect here

Just a place that they can come

Call me malcolm sex or tyson

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

It wasn't about the sex