This is a song about "Sex guns and murder"

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

Of you wannabes rapping bout thugs,drugs, and sex,

And we havin' rough sex

Sweet, okay makes sense

So here comes malcolm sex to murder you

About to slide out but i'll get back at ya ooh

Im starting to see guns and knives

When i get my hands on nines

All these rappers talk about is sex money and weed

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

All the bad strippers gotta greet me with the government

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

So far you nasty, ff-fuck you call that

And malcolm sex is shitting on the crap

And in love with her, lets have sex

A coward dies a thousand deaths