This is a song about "Halloween sex"

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

On halloween day we didnt even have no pumpkins

All the girls wanna have sex

Sweet, okay makes sense

I call heads, but i get sex/

I'm on deck i'm up next

It wasn't about the sex

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

It’s a party in my pants and you invited with all that dance

Eat 'em like halloween candy when i lay down and relax

11.1.11 is when it all makes sense

Just who is malcolm sex

A coward dies a thousand deaths

You would bet on malcolm sex

Cars? got to whip it out

Malcolm sex, there is no doubt