This is a song about "Sex noises"

Malcolm sex is the devil's minister

Life’s a bitch and i feel her

Convertibles with turbo jets

Quit dreamin, we aint gonna have sex

Choices, just noises i'd best surmise fully, staying in this caste won't suffice for me

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

We fight then we have make up sex

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

Just trying to decipher between violence and sex

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

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

Looking for dangerously hot nigga's and safe sex

I don't know what ya'll heard, but hip hop ain't dead

The voices making noises constant rings in my head,

Sweet, okay makes sense

I call heads, but i get sex/