This is a song about "Mudchute sex pest"

Like a pest, clean the floor, look its a mess

See i can’t keep you baby girl i'mma confess

Me and your mum had rough sex

11.1.11 is when it all makes sense

It wasn't about the sex

Sweet, okay makes sense

Catch you up on places i've been

Malcolm sex, the next eminem

I've seen dreams turn dust, cause he made them

Call me malcolm sex or tyson

You would bet on malcolm sex

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

A coward dies a thousand deaths

And we havin' rough sex

Then swag it out, ounces then bags is out

Malcolm sex, there is no doubt