This is a song about "Dancing in the moon light"

I see ya spit dripping in the light,

And if i want to go outside

Yeah, them niggas spittin' while i'm dishing out a typhoon

Every afternoon after school crank the tunes and wait for the moon

I need a little room

Soon zooming to the moon in tune,

Gettin higher than saturn and the moon,

My legion is doom, my gorilla's monsoon

He gave me some excuse like he's dancing on the ceiling

But right there, they still scheming, they not eating

If you said yes i would give you the moon

Or maybe its they fault that we ain't holla since june

But i was wrong, baby girl sung another tune

Some girls pull the dudes, literally, like the moon

Won't run out anytime soon

And we gone to the moon