This is a song about "Sex with monkeys"

Call me malcolm sex or tyson

On the bible you can run

And a nigga have ‘em beefin’ on who gon' twist up my new growth

And i got a foot fetish, so i probably have sex with your toes

If you wanted a date, don't come

Malcolm sex, the next eminem

The living proof we needed to show how monkeys evolved

Everything is good but these haters wish i would stop

Me and your mum had rough sex

Convertibles with turbo jets

Dick out, cake in mouth, sex sex sex, check her eyes, yup their red,

They ain’t sleeping until they know every customer fed

I stay awake , dreaming for sex

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

I should have known from the start boy

Go play with your sex toy