This is a song about "Moon chalice"

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

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

But i'm on some shrooms if you really want to feel the room

Anything is possible after travelling to moon

Seen blood, sweat and tears like a locker room

Soon zooming to the moon in tune,

Face the pain and lift up the chalice

Before we see it's hard to live

The moon is full tonight

Whether you wrong or you right

Blood, sweat, and tears, it’ll be on your local walmart rack, soon

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

And we gone to the moon

I need a little room

Shoot for the moon, rocket-launch for stars/

Fat rhymes every time, bitch, roseanne bars