This is a song about "Guns sex money hoes"

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

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

Guess they ran out of options

But i dont carry guns

A clever idea to take something they said

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

Everything i wanted never seem so close

They talk about the flash clothes, cars, money, cash hoes,

Bitch i'm ballin' like i'm comin' off of free throws

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

You would bet on malcolm sex

Sweet, okay makes sense

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

Just who is malcolm sex

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

Malcolm sex, there is no doubt