This is a song about "Blast me to the moon"

To the moon, and not owe anyone, boy, cuz boy, thats just what the fuck i do.

Yessir, lets have a toast for the girls that you offer them ones but they ain't let you

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

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

Anything is possible after travelling to moon

It feel like woodstock in a nigga dressing room

Let's fuckin' picture it, shit's about to blast the fan

Bitch i'm in the fucking mall, with my niggas eating ham

Jt: no one to hold her tight

The moon is full tonight

You think that we was learnin' from other rappers' mistakes

The stars and the moon phase told me "no, 'cause when doom takes..."