This is a song about "Sex money and murder"

I'm on deck i'm up next

And in love with her, lets have sex

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

You can call me cancer but i don't smoke cigarettes

We gonna ball all year, nigga know that

And malcolm sex is shitting on the crap

Dealing in depression, murder and lyrical impregnation

Once the police get to cuffing, bet his homie deceive him

She gonna dance when that molly through

So here comes malcolm sex to murder you

I am only a fighter, in the form of a writer

Racism, sexuality, religion and murder

Miami bound with my d.c. chick and we let it fly when we in the club

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

Looking for dangerously hot nigga's and safe sex

Ironic this verse was conceived while drivin’ a lex