This is a song about "Monkey sex"

No one notice your struggle

Malcolm sex is horrible

Snoop dogg and eazy-e, weed and brass monkey,

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

Something wicked this way come

Call me malcolm sex or tyson

On the monkey bars, bars so sick it gave you sars

Forearm with my gang name, that's an old carve

That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money

At the same damn time, got these bitches poppin' monkey

Threw the sack to his lil' niggas workin the set

Dick out, cake in mouth, sex sex sex, check her eyes, yup their red,

You could never find out

Malcolm sex, there is no doubt

I first had sex in preschool

Strapped up, know i keep that tool