This is a song about "Byzantium"

Parents bitchin about my attendance living life like i'm a peasant

Having emcees tell me the essence of rap has now turned into crescent.

Flowin' like the crescent moon, rap is testing a group,

Words are weapons, curse or blessing? i cock and shoot,

With fastin' to the noon in worship of the crescent moon

So as the party concludes, i guess we'll be out soon