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

On the way to his house i got in the unlocked door and went straight to his room

I turned my head to glance at the left wall, i saw someone more beautiful than the moon

See me off the bay with san quinn in a beige coupe

Following that was the death of harvey lee by ru-be

It feel like woodstock in a nigga dressing room

Leaving you laying there like your gazin at the moon

For all the pedicures i've given to their camel toes they bring

I got a gang of niggas iller than the devil and his following/

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

Made some moves, now i'm known to spit december in june

Anything is possible after travelling to moon

But every time we book, we stay in our green room

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

He's getting byeit's time to bury another brotha nobody crylife as a baller