This is a song about "Walk the moon"

Ma want me to go find a wife

Take the walk of my life

Made some moves, now i'm known to spit december in june

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

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots

I'd shoot for the moon but i'm too busy gazing at stars

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

I deserve a medal, lap 'em on every track

Soon zooming to the moon in tune,

And her smile lit up the room

Blood, sweat, and tears, it’ll be on your local walmart rack, soon

Leaving you laying there like your gazin at the moon

Gettin higher than saturn and the moon,

Ate, boom boom, my ace boon coon