This is a song about "Sex slaves"

It wasn't about the sex

A coward dies a thousand deaths

After lebron, i'm what's next

I call heads, but i get sex/

Sweet, okay makes sense

You would bet on malcolm sex

And, yup, i gave lyrics a reason to want to live

We packed together like slaves, simple as nursery rhymes,

Chaos, ordered. slaves, freed.

I said i got my ass beat

Now im a registed sex offender

Can't change who i am, i just try to get better

Malcolm sex, there is no doubt

Only chicken heads chicken out

I dont give a fuck about your sex

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets