This is a song about "Death sex"

Malcolm sex is horrible

Yeah come holla at your uncle

Malcolm sex, there is no doubt

High on loud when i be ridin' out

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

Call me malcolm sex or tyson

Ironic this verse was conceived while drivin’ a lex

Just trying to decipher between violence and sex

Quit dreamin, we aint gonna have sex

Aimin' at his partner who know he up next

If a nigga didn't fake like them

Malcolm sex, the next eminem

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

For that living large, but mama i ain't done yet

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

And when we fucked i just wished it was safe sex