This is a song about "Gazing at the moonlight"

Swinging at open wounds at the wrist

The doctor has arrived just be patient

We tie dynamite to the rhino type

Flows keep comin at you at the speed of light

I don't want it on my back

Smoking hash thats where the stacks at

Take her where the couch at

And i got that bait, they all bad

I ain't fucking with kfc but i may eat up the box

I'd shoot for the moon but i'm too busy gazing at stars

Loosing myself in the moonlight

That's how we make it right