This is a song about "Kieth moon"

But now, there's no moon- the sky is all black.

I'm trying to make a way, she never call back

You cowardly-hearted, you couldn't make it on your own

On these beats i poke-a-man like a moon stone

Ate, boom boom, my ace boon coon

Soon zooming to the moon in tune,

Lady at the frank stand will

While on the moon guess i'm micheal

While i’m somewhere in the back, getting blowed like a blunt

Ya from neptune to the moon call me the musical mutant,

We use cakes to get by, by the dudes in blue

Did nothing but shoot for the moon since (pew)