This is a song about "Sex hate"

I put that battery in backs ho small wonder

Malcolm sex is the devil's minister

11.1.11 is when it all makes sense

Just who is malcolm sex

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

They ain’t sleeping until they know every customer fed

You would bet on malcolm sex

Sweet, okay makes sense

And when we fucked i just wished it was safe sex

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

And in love with her, lets have sex

I'm on deck i'm up next

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

It wasn't about the sex

Malcolm sex is still a

My all gold rolly or the