This is a song about "Love you to the moon and dancing on the stars"

There's a kid on the path, and she's laughing n' dancing

Fuck you post-drake-ass cliche-jerking, la-slauson rapping

But whatever it is baby hope you pledge to your dreams, forever my queen

So i sit here in my room unsigned, waiting for the stars to align on my dream,

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring

He gave me some excuse like he's dancing on the ceiling

I suggest you do it, and aim for the stars

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

To the moon, and not owe anyone, boy, cuz boy, thats just what the fuck i do.

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

And we gone to the moon

And her smile lit up the room

She told me that the radio's been playing the same song all day long

Balling like lebron.in the club them hoes be dancing to my song.

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

Leaving you laying there like your gazin at the moon