This is a song about "Mudchute sex pest"

Cold, my style making my nose run

Call me malcolm sex or tyson

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

Clicquot for the girls in the tight dress

Me and your mum had rough sex

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

You would bet on malcolm sex

I'm on deck i'm up next

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

Looking for dangerously hot nigga's and safe sex

Now im a registed sex offender

The plight of a rapper or whatever

It wasn't about the sex

A coward dies a thousand deaths

Convertibles with turbo jets

Quit dreamin, we aint gonna have sex