This is a song about "Sex pistols"

Ripples ripple, riffle signals like raised pistols,

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

I call heads, but i get sex/

Convertibles with turbo jets

Just a little nigga

Malcolm sex is still a

I'm on deck i'm up next

And in love with her, lets have sex

Then swag it out, ounces then bags is out

Malcolm sex, there is no doubt

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

It's my time, top it off with two pistols

Blewin' some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense

Just trying to decipher between violence and sex

You would bet on malcolm sex

A coward dies a thousand deaths