This is a song about "Sex agility"

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

And when we fucked i just wished it was safe sex

Malcolm sex, there is no doubt

Back wood, the tree i’m ashing out

Me and your mum had rough sex

I'm on deck i'm up next

When they here today what you say to them

Call me malcolm sex or tyson

Oh yeah we're old as fuck, we didn't have our glasses

Drugs, sex, killing and lots of madness

11.1.11 is when it all makes sense

You would bet on malcolm sex

I dont give a fuck about your sex

But i'd just rather 2-step, like my first steps

I call heads, but i get sex/

Sweet, okay makes sense