This is a song about "Walk the moon"

I walk into the fuckin bar

Fuck cops, i'm a fucking rock star

Everybody coming home deserve a white benz

I walk across the road and walk up the steps

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

Dead faces keep my money in a body bag

If she don't like walk under moon

Just regret the fact that i left too soon

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

Some girls pull the dudes, literally, like the moon

I turned my head to glance at the left wall, i saw someone more beautiful than the moon

On the way to his house i got in the unlocked door and went straight to his room

Self made coming soon

And we gone to the moon

Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks

Shoot for the moon, rocket-launch for stars/