This is a song about "Guns sex money hoes"

How i'm outgoing but don't be going out

Malcolm sex, there is no doubt

You chasing hoes, we replacing hoes, bag and pass them hoes

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

Just who is malcolm sex

It wasn't about the sex

After lebron, i'm what's next

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

Artillery weak with guns

Crystal glasseswe mash on them jealous bastards

The ones talkin bout sex, money, && wrappers

Guess they ran out of options

Without the sound of guns

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

Actions speak louder than words, let me try this shit, dead