This is a song about "Sex to flesh"

Only thing between me and your bitch is a latex

Just trying to decipher between violence and sex

It wasn't about the sex

I'm on deck i'm up next

That bitch fresh at rich flesh

I'm hoping i confess

I stay awake , dreaming for sex

But i'd just rather 2-step, like my first steps

So here comes malcolm sex to murder you

I call em up, they might fall through

Your ignorant feeble attempts at rap leave me stabbing at your flesh

They'll tell you i'm a legend in the flesh that dress to impress

He strikes a matchstick to ignite his plastic dolly for sex

Ironic this verse was conceived while drivin’ a lex

My heart beatsechoes into the cold streetswhere nightmares and darkness begin to meet

They talk to me saying all i should do is kill,have sex and smoke weed