This is a song about "Sex songs"

It appears in your unwitty songs

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

Just who is malcolm sex

Convertibles with turbo jets

Your songs are so fuckin lame

Through all the rain and the pain

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

And in love with her, lets have sex

Malcolm sex, the next eminem

On the bible you can run

So don't ask me why they strung out

Malcolm sex, there is no doubt

Call me malcolm sex or tyson

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Looking for dangerously hot nigga's and safe sex