This is a song about "Wrestling the army sex"

Malcolm sex has got sluts in the fetal

I'm mental, it's instrumental

You gotta posse where's the army, no officer i have no more drugs that's

Witness me strapped with macs, knew i wouldn't play thatall you old rappers trying to advance

It was the best sex it grosses me out

Bein' a woman, a black woman at that, no doubt

Malcolm sex, the next eminem

Keanu reeves, they tell me i’m the one

To packin' up and leavin' notes, and gettin' ghost

Behold the army i controlled, excelling by tenfold.

Had to get my utmost feeted sleep cause

Rap 'bout the sex, still a virgin boss

And malcolm sex is shitting on the crap

You, you, you have to pay for that

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

Sex time in the clutch you already know i deliver,