This is a song about "Moon chalice"

As i light one for ill will

While on the moon guess i'm micheal

Shoot for the moon, rocket-launch for stars/

And i'm still hurtin over pops

They stay sippin liquor inside a silver chalice

Fall, bitch, give me everything, i'm taking all this

Wale got skills, man my nigga i’m will smith

High as a motherfucker this mic is a chalice

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

Anything is possible after travelling to moon

But every time we book, we stay in our green room

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

Don't know why you even ask, ain't nobody hot as this

We rule the palace indentured servants bring the wine and chalice

Gettin higher than saturn and the moon,

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