This is a song about "Sex in service"

Just who is malcolm sex

I'm on deck i'm up next

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

They two now, and haven’t seen their godfather yet

I first had sex in preschool

Tell mr. hill we ain't trippin, we cool

Trying to get back to this thing called love

Dial up words but they're not in service

I do this as a service

Don’t you be holding back, your love

Having sex till four o'clock in the mourn but u still checking your phone

Tell the lady in the liquorstore that she's forgiven, so come home

A coward dies a thousand deaths

You would bet on malcolm sex

I'm trying to grow for you, if you can take love

No not the heiress just one from an escort service