This is a song about "Walk the moon"

Coming with some proof see at yo funeral *raps in the tomb

Hi tided typhoon, shit spins like a monsoon, lets look towards the full moon,

And we gone to the moon

Self made coming soon

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

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

Take the walk of my life

Ma want me to go find a wife

I'm gettin help for this addiction, now golf ain't important

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

Some girls pull the dudes, literally, like the moon

Turn a good vagina into a typhoon