This is a song about "Weed piza sex"

It wasn't about the sex

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

My heart beatsechoes into the cold streetswhere nightmares and darkness begin to meet

They talk to me saying all i should do is kill,have sex and smoke weed

And in love with her, lets have sex

I'm on deck i'm up next

Malcolm sex, the next eminem

And last but not least please don't tell no one

Blewin' some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense

Looking for dangerously hot nigga's and safe sex

It malcolm sex in his automobile"

I don't drink beer, why the fuck am i here

I gave ya girl a t-shirt since she gave the whole crew neck

Dick out, cake in mouth, sex sex sex, check her eyes, yup their red,