This is a song about "Malcolm x and gandhi"

Ironic this verse was conceived while drivin’ a lex

No animosity, i'll make this real and ill, i'm still here (x2)

Please hold your applause

"malcolm come on man, lay off"

Shit, i forgot malcolm, ight, em, malcolm, then me

Me i'mma still be a player, all day baby

And malcolm sex is shitting on the crap

Can't win with a passive attack

Gandhi had all but didnt even own his own name

But i'm a hustler, in my heart, trapped is the game

See, i'm second to no one

Malcolm sex, the next eminem

High heel wearer, hell of a body

Manage my life calmly, like i was gandhi