This is a song about "Morning sex"

Call me malcolm sex or tyson

So the ones eye has freak don't run

After lebron, i'm what's next

I stay awake , dreaming for sex

And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

I wake up every morning , anticipating

Walking down the street, it's two in the morning,

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

All the girls wanna have sex

A coward dies a thousand deaths

Malcolm sex, the next eminem

Bet i get like 8 of them

Sweet, okay makes sense

You would bet on malcolm sex

Go play with your sex toy

My team winning that's a fact boy