This is a song about "Wild sex"

Animal style my style is wild

Pay my haters not too much mind

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

Looking for dangerously hot nigga's and safe sex

Quit dreamin, we aint gonna have sex

Aimin' at his partner who know he up next

Next line underneath will explain why my lyrics are wild

We killin shows out in london like i'm on my grind

Sweet, okay makes sense

You would bet on malcolm sex

A coward dies a thousand deaths

It wasn't about the sex

I'm on deck i'm up next

Me and your mum had rough sex

Living young and wild and free

Birkin' baby, go merk 'em baby