This is a song about "Walk the moon"

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

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

I don’t care where ya are

I walk into the fuckin bar

We gon make it to the bedroom, i like the guest room

Smokin heavy like a chevy till i'm level with 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

Used to catch us on the roof or behind the stairs

I walk across the road and walk up the steps