This is a song about "Space sex"

Yall know what? ignore button

Malcolm sex, the next eminem

Blewin' some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense

Looking for dangerously hot nigga's and safe sex

My bad, i just wanna gaze into space

This is no trial, this a closed case

I'm on deck i'm up next

All the girls wanna have sex

But she took it in his place

We're running out of space,

I look ahead, i see outer space

Prps cover my eight’s, uhh, lemme switch my pace

A coward dies a thousand deaths

Me and your mum had rough sex