This is a song about "Space sex"

Dick out, cake in mouth, sex sex sex, check her eyes, yup their red,

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

I'm on deck i'm up next

We fight then we have make up sex

You would bet on malcolm sex

Convertibles with turbo jets

My bad, i just wanna gaze into space

Goin’ for the grips every day ’til the grave

A coward dies a thousand deaths

All the girls wanna have sex

Looking for dangerously hot nigga's and safe sex

Ironic this verse was conceived while drivin’ a lex

My bad, i just wanna gaze into space/

Henny in my cup don't need no chase