This is a song about "Space sex"

My bad, i just wanna gaze into space/

Left brain, super 3, creator ace

And don't perform after him or you might regret

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

I'm on deck i'm up next

We fight then we have make up sex

11.1.11 is when it all makes sense

Just who is malcolm sex

Malcolm sex, the next eminem

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

Go play with your sex toy

I'm from the ville, boy

I stay awake , dreaming for sex

Aimin' at his partner who know he up next

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

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation