This is a song about "Bright moon"

Yeah, tell me about the love of ours

Shoot for the moon, rocket-launch for stars/

Glow bright like a lightening flash

Just put your hand on the glass

Nigga want beef we can take it outside

Private flights, bookin' 'em, crooked, shinin' bright,

I hit the studio

You're kind of bright though

Smokin heavy like a chevy till i'm level with the moon

But every time we book, we stay in our green room

Niggas run and hidenapoleon will provide

I dont need the jewelry to shine bright