This is a song about "Hard core sex"

Huh, a metaphor of course

Inner core, intercourse

Just who is malcolm sex

A coward dies a thousand deaths

Then i gut em to the core

That's why you'll find her on the floor

If you try to give it to me at the door

Genious brilliance core,leaving screaming for more,

I stay awake , dreaming for sex

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

Emperor, hotter than an embers core

I'm understanding that bull like a matador

Convertibles with turbo jets

And we havin' rough sex

You can try to walk inside my brain but i close the door

The media implores, that knowledge will corrupt the core