This is a song about "Sex gracie"

I've got nothin' to worry about

Malcolm sex, there is no doubt

And in love with her, lets have sex

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

A coward dies a thousand deaths

I stay awake , dreaming for sex

I call heads, but i get sex/

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

Malcolm sex, the next eminem

Turned himself in, i had to find that dumb

Just trying to decipher between violence and sex

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

And when we fucked i just wished it was safe sex

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

Malcolm sex is the devil's minister

That would be cool, if she was your lover