This is a song about "Make love on the moon"

Well rick james, maury jane

I make love to the game

And you love being kobe when you make the lay up

You no good like a stripper with a "a" cup

If you said yes i would give you the moon

And her smile lit up the room

Yeah, them niggas spittin' while i'm dishing out a typhoon

Every afternoon after school crank the tunes and wait for the moon

You listenin' to her is leaving you with empty nights

Make love to the beat as he caressed the hot lines

I'm driving in a stolen truck, and i'm probably fucking drunk

Ya from neptune to the moon call me the musical mutant,

I turned my head to glance at the left wall, i saw someone more beautiful than the moon

On the way to his house i got in the unlocked door and went straight to his room