This is a song about "Weed money sex"

You would bet on malcolm sex

A coward dies a thousand deaths

But i can't cause my eyes are red, now he's dead

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

After lebron, i'm what's next

I stay awake , dreaming for sex

Well if its phony your only cause i can get you ins

Money and sex, gore-tex donna karan and guess

Sweet, okay makes sense

Just who is malcolm sex

I'm on deck i'm up next

I call heads, but i get sex/

These sb's ain't never coming out

Malcolm sex, there is no doubt

Nigga i dont spend my money on weed i keep my bands up

Drinking liquor and i'm looking for some hoes to fuck