This is a song about "Space sex"

You would bet on malcolm sex

I'm on deck i'm up next

Got fixation for that home simpson phrase

Remmember i'm jade not a waist of space

In his body and face

We're running out of space,

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

I dont give a fuck about your sex

Columbus, holla at ya boy

Go play with your sex toy

Aimin' at his partner who know he up next

I stay awake , dreaming for sex

Just who is malcolm sex

Sweet, okay makes sense