This is a song about "321 blast me to the moon"

All these backstabbing fags i blast em back to the past

But never that, i'm hungry for success and i never fast

I turned my head to glance at the left wall, i saw someone more beautiful than the moon

It's all be over soon, and with a silver spoon you'll be meeting your doom.

And we gone to the moon

Won't run out anytime soon

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

Smokin' bowls of dope and coke, our noses are infected soon,

But my plan is to show you that i understand

So i put the gun to my head and blast,

Send you to the graveyard and char you with my fire blast

I'ma back em down like shaq with this black 2-2-3 in my hand