This is a song about "Walk the moon"

Leaving you laying there like your gazin at the moon

Blood, sweat, and tears, it’ll be on your local walmart rack, soon

But every time we book, we stay in our green room

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

If she don't like walk under moon

And her smile lit up the room

So here is a mop and a bucket now go clean up the bathroom

Your just a bleating sheep, tryna touch me like a worm tryna leap to the moon

Slangin' rocks with your glocks put this tape in your box

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

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

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

I deserve a medal, i lap 'em every track

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