This is a song about "Sex at starbucks"

And we havin' rough sex

Sweet, okay makes sense

After your hoes leave the jets' hangout

Malcolm sex, there is no doubt

I'm on deck i'm up next

Me and your mum had rough sex

Hot where i'm from, the newscasters don't come

Call me malcolm sex or tyson

Malcolm sex is the devil's minister

Dripping cold blood like the winter, the summer

I stay awake , dreaming for sex

A coward dies a thousand deaths

You trying real hard to appeal to someone

Malcolm sex, the next eminem

Knew he was working for the fed's, same crime, different trials

Explosion even killing the starbucks liberals