This is a song about "Guns sex money hoes"

Just who is malcolm sex

A coward dies a thousand deaths

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

See me i'm into hoes that's into hoes

Malcolm sex, there is no doubt

And i like my window tinted out

Convertibles with turbo jets

I stay awake , dreaming for sex

But all i hear is "money, hoes, i'm the shit, cars and chains",

Ambition is priceless that’s something in your veins

Money and sex, gore-tex donna karan and guess

Just to try to get a piece of success, love me less

I took my rap money and i went and brought some guns tho

You going to the club though, you soaking in sorrow

Sweet, okay makes sense

And we havin' rough sex