This is a song about "Sex money and murder"

He could own that, shawty, i'mma lease that

And malcolm sex is shitting on the crap

I'm after you bringing traffic through

So here comes malcolm sex to murder you

Me and your mum had rough sex

Sweet, okay makes sense

And when we fucked i just wished it was safe sex

Only thing between me and your bitch is a latex

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Vampire diaries, once upon a time and sex and the city

And this is my testimony about god and his murder.

And all that deep shit i was previously down for

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

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

I got blammas, you'll drop your hammers

The ones talkin bout sex, money, && wrappers