This is a song about "About sex"

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

You would bet on malcolm sex

We fight then we have make up sex

I'm on deck i'm up next

I stay awake , dreaming for sex

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

And we havin' rough sex

11.1.11 is when it all makes sense

I call heads, but i get sex/

After lebron, i'm what's next

A coward dies a thousand deaths

I dont give a fuck about your sex

There's nothin' like where i come from

Call me malcolm sex or tyson

Malcolm sex is horrible

I'm like roots, you a new shovel