This is a song about "Walk the moon"

We gon make it to the bedroom, i like the guest room

Smokin heavy like a chevy till i'm level with the moon

She gott no its either work or in the city where they judge a coon

Hi tided typhoon, shit spins like a monsoon, lets look towards the full moon,

Niggas get down for the moment, they ain't for movement

Ya from neptune to the moon call me the musical mutant,

And take him to a place that i'm sure we all can blow up, boom

Every afternoon after school crank the tunes and wait for the moon

Never seen you as lyrical

While on the moon guess i'm micheal

And then i smilethrow in the towel

Under the round moon in fumes, i make a cat growl

Make sure it's mean so them fiends keep on coming back

But now, there's no moon- the sky is all black.