This is a song about "Lunar moon"

Anything is possible after travelling to moon

It feel like woodstock in a nigga dressing room

For being jealous of a brother when he rides

Whole team getting high moon walking on kites

You're starin as well cause you too were in tune

If you said yes i would give you the moon

While on the moon guess i'm micheal

Lady at the frank stand will

But i be like for real, just pick up that phone

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

Shoot for the moon, rocket-launch for stars/

I hated, some ritalin, some white socks

I need a little room

And we gone to the moon