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

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

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

Pictures of hot babes on the shelves, discretely canned his mother's crap

See these little niggas rappin' to rap, man i just happen to rap

And dont go hatin on this crap

Whether teddy or pat

You can pick the next room

Soon zooming to the moon in tune,

Yeah come holla at your uncle

While on the moon guess i'm micheal

Nigga you were wrong, you jumped in front of my gun, and heard the boom

Hi tided typhoon, shit spins like a monsoon, lets look towards the full moon,

But guarantee all of my women got designer drawers

You was on a bed having intercourse with four whores,