This is a song about "Titties sex and beer"

If it's right tonight, i might bite that

And malcolm sex is shitting on the crap

Young black male, crack sales got me three strikes

No contact, beer bottles, and random fights

Take a shot of bacardi and drink another beer g

For shootin' done to you or we're losin' money

My life is a wet dream, and everynights a sex scene

Went to sleep at seven never woke up from the dream

You see they way out they minds with no return ticket

Momma saying daddy a sex addict and a piece of shit/

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

And when we fucked i just wished it was safe sex

Sweet, okay makes sense

And we havin' rough sex

Drugs, sex, killing and lots of madness

Magic city, a stack for the fattest asses