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

I got the appetite to blast the mic and use crap rappers as a sacrifice

Bet they on my dick tonight, all my women fly as shit, why your bitches scared of heights

Fast money like zakat al-fitr, break fast

So i put the gun to my head and blast,

So, please excuse me while i resume under this full moon.

Made some moves, now i'm known to spit december in june

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

Never gon' see the day that i ain't got the upper hand

Gettin higher than saturn and the moon,

Turn a good vagina into a typhoon