This is a song about "Mare in the moon"

I'm a dream-weaver, your night's mare n' the ringleader

I ain't married, but i'm tryna find a keeper

Leaving you laying there like your gazin at the moon

But i was wrong, baby girl sung another tune

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

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

We gon make it to the bedroom, i like the guest room

Smokin heavy like a chevy till i'm level with the moon