This is a song about "Period sex"

If you wanted a date, don't come

Malcolm sex, the next eminem

It wasn't about the sex

Sweet, okay makes sense

Period i'm done with being your emotional scapegoat,

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

Call me malcolm sex or tyson

Roll wit ace, khaled and them

I stay awake , dreaming for sex

After lebron, i'm what's next

Go play with your sex toy

I should have known from the start boy

Like a genetic mutation messing up your period,

And i don't blame you, cause game gets swang like it ain't shit

Of real-life material of a different time period

Shakin' like it's parkinsons from the clitoris of kelly clarkson's dick