This is a song about "Morning sex"

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

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

Pop it back stick it out

Malcolm sex, there is no doubt

I ain't did shit officer

Every morning in the mirror

Looking for dangerously hot nigga's and safe sex

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

Thank kenny burns, though we not talking

Tissues and moans even in the morning

That whatever it creates it will land in the head

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

I'm on deck i'm up next

Just who is malcolm sex