This is a song about "Full moon sex"

Soon zooming to the moon in tune,

Seen blood, sweat and tears like a locker room

See, she would complained of the tested nature

Flying higher than james bond in moon raker

Just who is malcolm sex

Sweet, okay makes sense

Every afternoon after school crank the tunes and wait for the moon

Yeah, them niggas spittin' while i'm dishing out a typhoon

11.1.11 is when it all makes sense

It wasn't about the sex

Or maybe its they fault that we ain't holla since june

If you said yes i would give you the moon

Smokin heavy like a chevy till i'm level with the moon

Figure i would make the nba and make me a fortune