This is a song about "Child sex"

Sweet, okay makes sense

And we havin' rough sex

I'm modest, and humble

Malcolm sex is horrible

Cold, my style making my nose run

Malcolm sex, the next eminem

Candy on my skull can call me a child

Gotta give it to you girl you're one of a kind

It wasn't about the sex

Convertibles with turbo jets

A coward dies a thousand deaths

Quit dreamin, we aint gonna have sex

Account overdraft what i got this debit for

Now im a registed sex offender

And i'm still considered a child

Cause i’m back on my grind