This is a song about "Science sex"

So when i spit the message and leave it and drop the science,

I put you over my money, all of my nice kicks

I spit the message, get across the truth, drop the science,

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

While everybody got ammunition on deck

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

Convertibles with turbo jets

All the girls wanna have sex

And in love with her, lets have sex

A coward dies a thousand deaths

Motherfuckers been knowin' i'm ill and drop the science,

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

Got to the end of the tunnel

Malcolm sex is horrible

Puns of pearls, yo tongue will twirl, looka here

It malcolm sex in his automobile"