This is a song about "Sex kills"

I just embrace it and take it in within my essence

A serial killer, several kills, severe killing skills

Im a rife, kills past your defense,

I can taste the salt from my tears

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

All the girls wanna have sex

You would bet on malcolm sex

I'm on deck i'm up next

While scheming on hits

I have over 300 confirmed kills

So here i am at the store for some chips

Still i obeyed and prayed i wouldn't update my kills,

Cos this is rap game,here pussy sells and skills kills

Black on black nikes that represent the lifeless lives

Malcolm sex, there is no doubt

So don't ask me why they strung out