This is a song about "Getting no sex"

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

No more getting chased by space cadets.

But no doubt, i still chill with those getting burnt out

And when they try to get parental and start talkin' loud

Rock them bitches once then forgot about ‘em forever

No such thing as done, only getting better,

Just who is malcolm sex

Convertibles with turbo jets

No other way to describe the punks who got no aspirations other than getting drunk

I give you that massage, good hygiene is required i don't want no dirty junk

Ok no preps were getting better how about the greaser noooo because they

Yeah two times on a sunday what a lil brotha gotta em goin one way

Malcolm sex, there is no doubt

And i like my window tinted out

You getting mad cause i'm no generic white dom kennedy,

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see