This is a song about "Man and the moon"

I'm not moving like a cartoon

Soon zooming to the moon in tune,

And then i smilethrow in the towel

Under the round moon in fumes, i make a cat growl

But now, there's no moon- the sky is all black.

Just to give her dope dick and ask her for some feedback

I'd shoot for the moon but i'm too busy gazing at stars

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

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

Anti-violent...stylin, lyrically inclined and

I need a little room

And we gone to the moon

Remember the days of chan-man and the skeeter man

And fuck the radio for tellin' me to snap jam