This is a song about "Walk the moon"

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

Yeah, them niggas spittin' while i'm dishing out a typhoon

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

But every time we book, we stay in our green room

Spit that raw shit, y'all some talkative condoms, fall back

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

When i'm through, i'll probably let you take it back

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

Or maybe its they fault that we ain't holla since june

Gettin higher than saturn and the moon,