This is a song about "Walk the moon"

I walk into the fuckin bar

I'm in my other car

Inferior, but i'm nice

Take the walk of my life

Some girls pull the dudes, literally, like the moon

It feel like woodstock in a nigga dressing room

But now, there's no moon- the sky is all black.

Make a mess outta tracks, got my hat back

Said her hearts, in a cage

Walk to the light and change

Self made coming soon

And we gone to the moon

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

Shoot for the moon, rocket-launch for stars/