This is a song about "Following you to the moon"

Pack it up thirty minutes to the jet leaves

And breaking the cycle not following your genes

Hope my city is not too far

With out you following me in the car

Like the show the following? the part where joe carol dies?

And i refuse to camoflauge with other guys

But those same people are following trends, so what's the difference?

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

And we gone to the moon

Won't run out anytime soon

Just know when you feeling that way spirit's in the room

Leaving you laying there like your gazin at the moon

Smokin' bowls of dope and coke, our noses are infected soon,

Your just a bleating sheep, tryna touch me like a worm tryna leap to the moon