This is a song about "Sex money love"

Just who is malcolm sex

I'm on deck i'm up next

Pail if u still love money better prepaid your pall

She od's on louboutin, she work at that nudie bar

I call heads, but i get sex/

Sweet, okay makes sense

And if money wasnt there love could always be that one fair trade to share

I split the blunt and rolled the fat one up deadly -- babylon beware

After lebron, i'm what's next

Me and your mum had rough sex

Looking for dangerously hot nigga's and safe sex

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

A whore is someone who want money for sex

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

Now you probably wishing that you would have said yes

Money and sex, gore-tex donna karan and guess