This is a song about "Lunar landing"

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

Fuck you bunch is here, never disrespect my family

To liberate yourselves, africa

I'm an astronaut, lunar nigga

Controling my steamknowing my team to deserve more

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

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

The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages

A little pillow he grips, just to cushion his landing

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

Lunar whatever we take we keep

Ain’t nobody fuckin’ with my clique

We fly high perfect 10 you know i stick the landing

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring