This is a song about "Graffi dugs and sex"

Just trying to decipher between violence and sex

Blewin' some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

Looking for dangerously hot nigga's and safe sex

Sweet, okay makes sense

Just who is malcolm sex

Money and sex, gore-tex donna karan and guess

But i can't keep you baby girl i'mma confess

Who has nothing better than to put they foot on balls and get toe tagged like foot sex damn bro/

In your ears as i kiss ya, on every curveslow down baby don't rush, i like it slow

And i got a foot fetish, so i probably have sex with your toes

See baby lately seems my life been hell and heaven knows

Bitches these days have sex so much and end up with so many fucking kids

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

All up in my jeans and i'm gunna' hit her with that

Momma saying daddy a sex addict and a piece of shit/