This is a song about "Sex games"

Sweet, okay makes sense

You would bet on malcolm sex

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

It wasn't about the sex

And we havin' rough sex

A coward dies a thousand deaths

We fight then we have make up sex

I'm on deck i'm up next

Go play with your sex toy

My team winning that's a fact boy

Call me malcolm sex or tyson

Perfect 10 and lord knows that i need one

That's why we play games right

Me and you i think we should ride

But everybody’s self-made carved their own names

These motherfuckers think i'm playing, i ain't playing games,