This is a song about "Money sex drugs"

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

You would bet on malcolm sex

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

And i'm all out of money cause i bought drugs for some party,

Convertibles with turbo jets

Just who is malcolm sex

Now replaced with mc's rappin' 'bout sex, woman, and money doubles//

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

After lebron, i'm what's next

And we havin' rough sex

Have you seen ibiza with beaches that look like eva with d cups

Lotta rapper thugs talking bout bitches, money trees, and drugs

I stay awake , dreaming for sex

But i'd just rather 2-step, like my first steps

And he was married to my grandmother for money n drugs

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks