This is a song about "Lunar landing"

We fly high perfect 10 you know i stick the landing

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

I still got your letters laying in my dresser drawer

Blocking my path, flying through glass. soon, i'm landing on the floor

I'm an astronaut, lunar nigga

Our nation have to bow, africa

Lunar whatever we take we keep

Back down, backing ultra dreams like some bad sleep

Now hire about street schemes, and getting blood money

You got more chance landing a plane than landing a punch on me

My flow is out of this world like the lunar axis / who could match this

Watch them hoesall you niggas out therebeware these lyin ass scandalous bitches

A little pillow he grips, just to cushion his landing

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king