This is a song about "Space sex"

Experimentation with inflation, float away in space and place a space station,

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

We're running out of space,

Got me thinkin' 'bout better days

My bad, i just wanna gaze into space

It'll last for all these crazy days

You would bet on malcolm sex

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

Just who is malcolm sex

I'm on deck i'm up next

Overall, your lost in deep space,

Say you through will all my foul ways

11.1.11 is when it all makes sense

We fight then we have make up sex

After lebron, i'm what's next

Quit dreamin, we aint gonna have sex