This is a song about "Walk the moon"

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

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

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

And then i smilethrow in the towel

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

When you get hit its not gunna be boom all i have to say is welcome to your doom

Young money, d-town's all star

I walk into the fuckin bar

Take the walk of my life

You make a nigga sing songs nice

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

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

I remember a nigga demo just sit in a room

Leaving you laying there like your gazin at the moon