This is a song about "Underage sex"

I drink underage, and scream fuck the police,

Eyes all stickin' like honey on bees

Me and your mum had rough sex

Sweet, okay makes sense

It wasn't about the sex

A coward dies a thousand deaths

Call me malcolm sex or tyson

Riding around with ms. reece and them

The correct answers malcolm sex man

But you done got thick on a nigga, god damn

We fight then we have make up sex

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

I'm on deck i'm up next

You would bet on malcolm sex

I stay awake , dreaming for sex

Aimin' at his partner who know he up next