This is a song about "Did you use me for sex"

Lips, hips, hair drops down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy

It was my decision to get clean, i did it for me

A coward dies a thousand deaths

I stay awake , dreaming for sex

Call me malcolm sex or tyson

Miami nights, ain't another one

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

But you happen just to use it for a storm of aggression

Catch you up on places i've been

Use you for immolation...

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

She did not get what being #apart #meant for me

I deserve this, what you did to me.

I got plans for you look in the sky baby

You would bet on malcolm sex

I'm on deck i'm up next