This is a song about "Lunar landing"

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

I'm an astronaut, lunar nigga

Our history that they stole, africa

Seldomly blasting i would stomp him without asking

We fly high perfect 10 you know i stick the landing

I am like what happens when our guard be on his job more

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

Yeah i know we never got to meet

Lunar whatever we take we keep

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

You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money

You fronting niggas hate to meet up withbut my crew holdin' duffle bags bitches

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