This is a song about "Weed bitches murder sex club"

And in love with her, lets have sex

A coward dies a thousand deaths

Outstanding clout, what up greg street

Bitches fiend, cut in half like the laced weed,

In that pretty red dress, let's fuck

She was the queen of the club

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

Bitches these days have sex so much and end up with so many fucking kids

So here comes malcolm sex to murder you

And word i blew off herb i grew

I stay awake , dreaming for sex

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

Convertibles with turbo jets

You would bet on malcolm sex