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

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

When you get hit its not gunna be boom all i have to say is welcome to your doom

In this rusty cunt, that won a cup in collectin' dust

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

Ben baller, six bottles, talk with such expensive slang

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

The faker they shakin' my hand

And the future hold a great blast

And take him to a place that i'm sure we all can blow up, boom

Leaving you laying there like your gazin at the moon

Some girls pull the dudes, literally, like the moon

Seen blood, sweat and tears like a locker room

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

Wale, more times than not, am not for whom the air waves