This is a song about "Sex money weed"

A coward dies a thousand deaths

You would bet on malcolm sex

It wasn't about the sex

Sweet, okay makes sense

Boy you know ill smoke you out

Malcolm sex, there is no doubt

Still i ve the money and there's nothing better than some weed..

Niggas clocking dollars don’t know how to read with mouths to feed

Know the niggas quick to spit they actors

The ones talkin bout sex, money, && wrappers

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

You smell the ounce, i ain't even in ya house yet

She say that she celibate, i penetrate her mentally

I started selling weed, didn't had a choice, needed to get money

After lebron, i'm what's next

Me and your mum had rough sex