This is a song about "Drugs sex crimes"

I'm gettin' tired of moderating and fightin' the crimes,

He fathers her only kid that's why my homies let him live

Malcolm sex, there is no doubt

No more, we caked out

Ohhh, wait 'til i get back to campus

Drugs, sex, killing and lots of madness

And, yup, i gave lyrics a reason to want to live

If they go down, i go down. we partnas in crimes.

They provokin' suicide but as soon as signed

Master of homicide crimes, but never once fined

I stay awake , dreaming for sex

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

They were niggas quite similar to pitching the lines

I been slapping da hoes and committing some crimes

You would bet on malcolm sex

After lebron, i'm what's next