This is a song about "Sex money and murder"

Ravishing, rick rude of rappin you bastards

The ones talkin bout sex, money, && wrappers

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

Just trying to decipher between violence and sex

How they got these niggas on the tv selling miracles

Now replaced with mc's rappin' 'bout sex, woman, and money doubles//

So here comes malcolm sex to murder you

Man, this nigga ugly and he raps, ooh

And malcolm sex is shitting on the crap

But they ain't for rat tat tat-tat tat

And when we fucked i just wished it was safe sex

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

We thinkin you got em and going murder

Drugs, sex, killing and lots of madness

Magic city, a stack for the fattest asses