This is a song about "Space sex"

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

I stay awake , dreaming for sex

Call me malcolm sex or tyson

On my pg shit, i ain't finna keep them

And in love with her, lets have sex

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

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,

I look ahead, i see outer space

Pull up on these 26’s, i’m a vanity slave

All the girls wanna have sex

11.1.11 is when it all makes sense

I'm on deck i'm up next

It wasn't about the sex