This is a song about "Walk the moon"

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

I remember a nigga demo just sit in a room

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

Trying to say goodbye to the glamorous chains and cars

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

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

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

And take him to a place that i'm sure we all can blow up, boom

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

Leaving you laying there like your gazin at the moon

I walk into the fuckin bar

I'm in my other car

Forearm with my gang name, that's an old carve

Shoot for the moon, rocket-launch for stars/