This is a song about "Red sex"

Convertibles with turbo jets

I dont give a fuck about your sex

I stay awake , dreaming for sex

A coward dies a thousand deaths

You would bet on malcolm sex

Sweet, okay makes sense

Malcolm sex is the devil's minister

And let's change the way we treat each other

And in love with her, lets have sex

11.1.11 is when it all makes sense

And i'm somali so i guess i'm just tryna eat bread

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

Pac said fuck the world and i ain't come yet

Covered the room in splattered red,

So next time i come, i'll bring you one

Call me malcolm sex or tyson