This is a song about "Walk the moon"

It feel like woodstock in a nigga dressing room

If you said yes i would give you the moon

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

Trying to say goodbye to the glamorous chains and cars

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

While i fill you up with semen from the wolf gang team and

While on the moon guess i'm micheal

Yeah come holla at your uncle

Did nothing but shoot for the moon since (pew)

Silent momentman, i been missing you

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

And then i smilethrow in the towel