This is a song about "Science sex"

A criminal grind mean hustle

Malcolm sex is horrible

Higher than high school

I first had sex in preschool

You would bet on malcolm sex

Convertibles with turbo jets

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

My bitches bad, these niggas mad, i guess it's just what the fame brings

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

And my vision isn't set on the money i get

Sweet, okay makes sense

Just who is malcolm sex

I stay awake , dreaming for sex

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears

Every human bodies frying, from my illuminati science