This is a song about "Weed guys boarding school sex"

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

It wasn't about the sex

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

Now at school guys were paying attention to the quiet, more

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

I just roll my weed up, and try to school my peers

Sweet, okay makes sense

Just who is malcolm sex

Aimin' at his partner who know he up next

I stay awake , dreaming for sex

A coward dies a thousand deaths

I call heads, but i get sex/

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

Quit dreamin, we aint gonna have sex

I'm on deck i'm up next

Me and your mum had rough sex