This is a song about "Weed bitches murder sex"

You would bet on malcolm sex

Sweet, okay makes sense

They talk to me saying all i should do is kill,have sex and smoke weed

So my outlook's dim and my house is eventually without any heat

Just who is malcolm sex

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

We fight then we have make up sex

I'm on deck i'm up next

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

I gotta tell you that my love is true

So here comes malcolm sex to murder you

A coward dies a thousand deaths

Me and your mum had rough sex

And we havin' rough sex

After lebron, i'm what's next