This is a song about "Wild sex"

Them niggas all peaked, but you ain't seen a niggas limit yet

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

Pay my haters not too much mind

Then they going fucking wild

Only chicken heads chicken out

Malcolm sex, there is no doubt

Just trying to decipher between violence and sex

You can call me cancer but i don't smoke cigarettes

Money wild i'm on the hunt

Fuck you if you feelin' different

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

I stay awake , dreaming for sex

Only thing between me and your bitch is a latex

Looking for dangerously hot nigga's and safe sex

So i might be awhile, i'm wild,

Now walk to it with your land mind