This is a song about "Seductive sex in an islamic temple"

On another level of devil so double the bass and hit the treble

Stained like inc not pencil, hit me hard in the temple, different it was sentimental,

A coward dies a thousand deaths

I stay awake , dreaming for sex

My story tragicomic, never believed the christians or islamic,

Notice it every time i pick up the microphone and spit

Malcolm sex has got sluts in the fetal

Tints ain’t legal, i ain’t ordinary people

Malcom sex is just an alter ego

Spending money when your wallet gets low

I express those strong thoughts from my mind, hits ya temple,

See, there's a war going on and i'm the general

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

Sex time in the clutch you already know i deliver,

I got nothing against them, they got fucking potential

His presence detrimental, my mind is now his temple.