This is a song about "Moon child"

When it's repping time, i get on extra grind

All i know is i'm a problem child turned foster child

If she don't like walk under moon

7 to 8, zoom zoom, boom boom tune

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

Let me say this the realest bitch in the room

Leaving you laying there like your gazin at the moon

Ignore me because i am a broken child

Thank god for the free thinkers, for you keep me in mind

Some girls pull the dudes, literally, like the moon

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