This is a song about "Superbowl sex"

Quit dreamin, we aint gonna have sex

Aimin' at his partner who know he up next

Back in tha old school

I first had sex in preschool

Malcolm sex is the devil's minister

My wrist is all red from the cutter

Foam game shitting on irish springs and lever

Now im a registed sex offender

Convertibles with turbo jets

I stay awake , dreaming for sex

Looking for dangerously hot nigga's and safe sex

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

Malcolm sex, there is no doubt

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

Hoes row got beans in them

Malcolm sex, the next eminem