This is a song about "Having a crap on the moon"

Better than the simplest crap

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that

I'm having a frightening fit and being guided quick with the laws that im abiding with

When those trash bags middle initial was loyalty compare to yal backstabbing bitches.

That’s real shit, it’s bigger than rap

And dont go hatin on this crap

You are crap can't rap keep strap take a nap fake crap...

Know what i do: manufacturing crack

Soon zooming to the moon in tune,

Seen blood, sweat and tears like a locker room

Now you got me hopped up on that

They be on the pad, but they spittin' crap

I got that scrap of crap on the map to wrap and strap you in a trap

You been aching for that cuz what they playing on the station is wack