This is a song about "Sex money girls"

Yall know what? ignore button

Malcolm sex, the next eminem

Just trying to decipher between violence and sex

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

And in love with her, lets have sex

11.1.11 is when it all makes sense

Convertibles with turbo jets

I stay awake , dreaming for sex

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

For that living large, but mama i ain't done yet

Sweet, okay makes sense

You would bet on malcolm sex

A coward dies a thousand deaths

And we havin' rough sex

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

Looking for dangerously hot nigga's and safe sex