This is a song about "Underage sex"

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

And we havin' rough sex

I drink underage, and scream fuck the police,

Is it the money or my marriage or media peace

I stay awake , dreaming for sex

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

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

Malcolm sex, the next eminem

I know, i'm underage.

My swagger's straight through the roof, bitch

No one notice your struggle

Malcolm sex is horrible

Kill people, burn shit, fuck school

I first had sex in preschool

Malcolm sex is the devil's minister

There she go, just what the doc's been lookin for