This is a song about "Wrestling the army sex"

Trying to move foward, though it never stops

Rap 'bout the sex, still a virgin boss

I'm just ridin i done put a thousand miles on my body

'cause i'm a monsta no one can stop me, not even the army.

So roll up the marley, my eyes all low up in this party

The only battles them niggas fightin' is at salvation army,

Malcolm sex has got sluts in the fetal

This is the root of all evil

It wasn't about the sex

Convertibles with turbo jets

Malcolm sex, the next eminem

Got it lock like styles sheek kiss and them

Wait till he sees my posse, the #rappad army

Your dream movie? i'm the clearest copy

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

And destroy the army. so bad, pacifists would enjoy to tar me.