This is a song about "Girls sex money"

I call heads, but i get sex/

Sweet, okay makes sense

And in love with her, lets have sex

A coward dies a thousand deaths

Malcolm sex, the next eminem

My drive is like no one

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

Ready to watch? i'm a slip it in the tape deck

Girls now days i swear down there all sex mad

And niggas ain't shit but you already knew that

Crystal glasseswe mash on them jealous bastards

The ones talkin bout sex, money, && wrappers

Call me malcolm sex or tyson

So now she picks up the gun

All the girls wanna have sex

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets