This is a song about "Mudchute sex pest"

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

Just trying to decipher between violence and sex

Fuck a pest, we ain't in raid drought

And tell me why would we just think about

Dinin on this pest with these tyrannical texts

Like that's going to make up for the years and the tears

Fed the bitch pesticides and let the pest decide

Vertebrae snapped, gats...huh, i swerve em right

Vijay singh and all of them

Malcolm sex, the next eminem

I'm on deck i'm up next

And in love with her, lets have sex

Two reflections into one

Call me malcolm sex or tyson

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

Of life cause you may comeback as a pest