This is a song about "Fighting drugs guns sex"

You would bet on malcolm sex

A coward dies a thousand deaths

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

I stay awake , dreaming for sex

Drugs, sex, killing and lots of madness

That's why i shine like i does

After lebron, i'm what's next

And we havin' rough sex

Forget it its in the past memories pass i rather not rap about guns, drugs, and ass,

All i wanna do is sit back and watch you move and i'll proceed to throw this cash

Just who is malcolm sex

11.1.11 is when it all makes sense

Sweet, okay makes sense

It wasn't about the sex

So here i am at the store for some chips

Fighting chumps fighting like spartans