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

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

To the moon, and not owe anyone, boy, cuz boy, thats just what the fuck i do.

Imma take a flight and fly out to the dam

And they respect that, say that i'm real man

Anything is possible after travelling to moon

It feel like woodstock in a nigga dressing room

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

We gon make it to the bedroom, i like the guest room

Spread our wings and fly up up to the sky

Balling in herrrrrrre let-let-let-let it fly

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

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

Leaving you laying there like your gazin at the moon

But i was wrong, baby girl sung another tune