This is a song about "Weed bitches murder sex club"

I stay awake , dreaming for sex

After lebron, i'm what's next

You would bet on malcolm sex

A coward dies a thousand deaths

Took the van, went snatch her

Thoughts of bloody murder.

Car with no limit what

Talking about fight club,

Looking for dangerously hot nigga's and safe sex

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

And maybe i am but

She was the queen of the club

Convertibles with turbo jets

Me and your mum had rough sex

Malcolm sex, there is no doubt

Never lookin for a handout