This is a song about "Midnight moon"

Shoot for the moon, rocket-launch for stars/

Sb nike's, with the grey box

Usually it's the prophets, ask a cat what really matters

Than the midnight, this kid's tight, i'll shackle you wack rappers,

Whole team getting high moon walking on kites

Just to make it in this broadway lights

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

I should use the unsigned verses call me in for my midnight urges

Just know when you feeling that way spirit's in the room

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

It was just the four of us uptown corners

Low end theory, beats, rhymes, and life, midnight marauders,