This is a song about "Superbowl sex"

I'm on deck i'm up next

We fight then we have make up sex

Too much sex appealing.

I'm the sushi king

Hoes row got beans in them

Call me malcolm sex or tyson

Malcolm sex, there is no doubt

Cars? got to whip it out

Now im a registed sex offender

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

Sweet, okay makes sense

All the girls wanna have sex

Looking for dangerously hot nigga's and safe sex

Blewin' some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense

Listen son,these rhymes wont even get you dick,forget sex

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs