This is a song about "Sex metaphor"

Now this is a metaphor as my claws reek havoc

I do not know how that dead body got inside of my trunk

For that living large, but mama i ain't done yet

Dick out, cake in mouth, sex sex sex, check her eyes, yup their red,

After lebron, i'm what's next

You would bet on malcolm sex

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

And in love with her, lets have sex

Shit, we don't believe none of them

Call me malcolm sex or tyson

All the girls wanna have sex

Convertibles with turbo jets

Put a g spot on a 8 cloud

Malcolm sex, there is no doubt

Can't use the phonecause i'm sure someone is tappin indid it before

The blueprint is starting to sway since it cant identify a metaphor.