This is a song about "Dancing on the moon"

Ate, boom boom, my ace boon coon

Gettin higher than saturn and the moon,

Hi tided typhoon, shit spins like a monsoon, lets look towards the full moon,

She gott no its either work or in the city where they judge a coon

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

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

Flower bomb, matter fact she on that bong

Let me hear the fans clapping dancing on

But i was wrong, baby girl sung another tune

Some girls pull the dudes, literally, like the moon

Young black male, crack sales got me three strikes

Whole team getting high moon walking on kites

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

The moon is out now shining on the dark water. that's when everything else seems to falter.