This is a song about "Sex dungeon"

Sweet, okay makes sense

All the girls wanna have sex

My fame's no mistakesince the deal

It malcolm sex in his automobile"

Quit dreamin, we aint gonna have sex

A coward dies a thousand deaths

See, i'm second to no one

Call me malcolm sex or tyson

I first had sex in preschool

Tell mr. hill we ain't trippin, we cool

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

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

And it ain't no thing, you in dugas dungeon

I've seen dreams turn dust, cause he made them

11.1.11 is when it all makes sense

We fight then we have make up sex