This is a song about "Moon"

So, please excuse me while i resume under this full moon.

Made some moves, now i'm known to spit december in june

It's all be over soon, and with a silver spoon you'll be meeting your doom.

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

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

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

Leaving you laying there like your gazin at the moon

Or maybe its they fault that we ain't holla since june

Jordan 4 seated floorside sitting with mars

Shoot for the moon, rocket-launch for stars/

Some niggas sayin’ bullsh-t but they don’t be important

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

And take him to a place that i'm sure we all can blow up, boom

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