This is a song about "A picnic by th eiffel tower in the moon light"

And we gone to the moon

7 to 8, zoom zoom, boom boom tune

With my muscle you'll be dazzled, but hustlin's a hassle

Conquered demonic battles in the tower of babel.

Light the rag, it's a molotov

Please correct me, stretch marks

I see ya spit dripping in the light,

And it's still tight, i like when it's real tight

Driving down the insterstate see a red light,

When you was leaving, did he put up a fight

Don’t know which one i’ma drive, fuck it, i’m just gone fly

I was in a drive by, killed the lights like a pro as i glide by,

No desire to spark beef, light a fire in the dark street

See, the luxury that we accustomed to, i take a smut to eat

They say this media changed, these verses gettin strange

I might light the mic in a violent rage