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

I was worthless, i'd never make it, go ahead! spill that hatred

Trust me these niggas rushed me for something my cousin probably did

Wanna see you work your body

I deserve this, what you did to me.

Call me malcolm sex or tyson

Uhh, got a hundred on the dash, young

You can call me cancer but i don't smoke cigarettes

Dont need them blowing me up for some make-up sex,

Half a mill "rap-touring," jarrett jack boy

All you did was use me and treat me like a toy,

Bitches is 40 deep in this muthafucka and twisted

You won’t take responsibility, for the shit you did

I'm in love with a lady who crazy

Kissy kissy did you miss me

You would bet on malcolm sex

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets