This is a song about "Midget sex"

It wasn't about the sex

Sweet, okay makes sense

You can call me cancer but i don't smoke cigarettes

Listen son,these rhymes wont even get you dick,forget sex

Convertibles with turbo jets

Quit dreamin, we aint gonna have sex

Wale, d.c. thats me, huh

Malcolm sex is still a

11.1.11 is when it all makes sense

Just who is malcolm sex

Malcolm sex, there is no doubt

And i don’t take no dames out

Only thing between me and your bitch is a latex

A whore is someone who want money for sex

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

And when we fucked i just wished it was safe sex