This is a song about "Sex fiend"

You would bet on malcolm sex

Sweet, okay makes sense

I call heads, but i get sex/

A coward dies a thousand deaths

I got plans tonight

Not only had the fiend died

Another fiend who quit believing, another demon, just

Self-awarding, negligence of the less important

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

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

The fiend of a microphone, i'm the microphone fiend

Ain't no nigga touching my style, it got a force field