This is a song about "Zero gravity sex"

I'm on deck i'm up next

It wasn't about the sex

I gave ya girl a t-shirt since she gave the whole crew neck

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

Earth's losing gravity 'n slowly stops spinning.

The ones you left out, jobs were giving, better living

You would bet on malcolm sex

A coward dies a thousand deaths

The long road to success is dangerous

Cause i got zero consumer surplus

Sweet, okay makes sense

And we havin' rough sex

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

My tenacity is mechanically stronger than gravity,

Wope, i hit gravity, nope i'm just back to insanity

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free