This is a song about "Sex after midnight"

Sweet, okay makes sense

It wasn't about the sex

The game's a bitch, ooh we got her

Malcolm sex is the devil's minister

I call heads, but i get sex/

I'm on deck i'm up next

Finna take them home after midnight

And you're, approaching me right

Only thing between me and your bitch is a latex

Looking for dangerously hot nigga's and safe sex

Than the midnight, this kid's tight, i'll shackle you wack rappers,

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

Low end theory, beats, rhymes, and life, midnight marauders,

No one notice your struggle

Malcolm sex is horrible