This is a song about "Halloween sex"

It wasn't about the sex

Convertibles with turbo jets

Call me malcolm sex or tyson

+big daddy+, no +kane+, get the job done

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

I dont give a fuck about your sex

A coward dies a thousand deaths

I stay awake , dreaming for sex

11.1.11 is when it all makes sense

You would bet on malcolm sex

Sweet, okay makes sense

I call heads, but i get sex/

I'm clearly in a different tax bracket now, dog

Be the next bloody dude on the halloween catalog

Looking for dangerously hot nigga's and safe sex

Only thing between me and your bitch is a latex