This is a song about "Orgasm and sex"

But that's a shitty accent you should've figured that

And malcolm sex is shitting on the crap

Looking for dangerously hot nigga's and safe sex

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

Of you wannabes rapping bout thugs,drugs, and sex,

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

Convertibles with turbo jets

And in love with her, lets have sex

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

I stay awake , dreaming for sex

And sitting on side are my two sex pistols,

Amen, they say you only live once

Why'd you slang crack? cause i had toa nigga gotta pay the fuckin rent

A depressed mess accepting empty sex and left bereft of love expressed

And wale been tellin' other rappers take a deep breath

Money and sex, gore-tex donna karan and guess