This is a song about "Teenage sex"

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

It wasn't about the sex

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

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

I first had sex in preschool

That's the sound of my tool

A coward dies a thousand deaths

Me and your mum had rough sex

Pop it back stick it out

Malcolm sex, there is no doubt

Dc's here, this is where crack lives

Wrote my first track in my teenage years

Quit dreamin, we aint gonna have sex

But i'd just rather 2-step, like my first steps