This is a song about "Sex toys"

Don't murder me murder me, killa a nigga in his sleep

Cause his toys are better than what yo sellin on the street

Malcolm sex, there is no doubt

If you to check out

Me and my homies, kick it like everyday

Makin' toys at my work shop, while y'all are gay,

And i'mma be honest she's the fliest here

It malcolm sex in his automobile"

Now im a registed sex offender

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

I'm on deck i'm up next

You would bet on malcolm sex

Go back to your toys, y'all ain't sexy.

Let me rideuntil i get free

On toys for my baby princess

11.1.11 is when it all makes sense