This is a song about "Sex to flesh"

All the girls wanna have sex

Sweet, okay makes sense

Ill cut you and eat your flesh to the bone

Fuck the source, i'm on cover of rolling stone

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

I stay awake , dreaming for sex

I'm rappin' for the scholars and the hustlers, meanwhile

The malcolm sex experience is sure to rile

And we havin' rough sex

I'm on deck i'm up next

Craving and then slitting throats temptations of flesh,

They at the same spot they making no progress

He strikes a matchstick to ignite his plastic dolly for sex

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

Its malcolm sex, things about to get mean

Weed they can't fuck with, i'm puffin a.c. green