This is a song about "Sex slaves"

I stay awake , dreaming for sex

A coward dies a thousand deaths

We packed together like slaves, simple as nursery rhymes,

Living underground like a godfather buried alive

It wasn't about the sex

Convertibles with turbo jets

Now im a registed sex offender

I can't throw no ones, only tens or better

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

And i agree that it's nothing compared to treatment of slaves,

Goin’ for the grips every day ’til the grave

Break away we’re still slaves to the game scorching in flames,

I dont give a fuck about your sex

Monday through monday we be cashing checks