This is a song about "Sex to flesh"

It wasn't about the sex

11.1.11 is when it all makes sense

You would bet on malcolm sex

Convertibles with turbo jets

We don't want you with skinny legs and the big ass ass shots

Weielded knife to slice ya flesh open an pour out like a gurl was

I'm on deck i'm up next

All the girls wanna have sex

Ill cut you and eat your flesh to the bone

Drink whatever's left, kill the pussy, tombstone

So here comes malcolm sex to murder you

Don't you worry, just keep movin boo

I swear to give you nothing less, nothing less

Like a puzzle cuz i like to mess wit the flesh

Just who is malcolm sex

Sweet, okay makes sense