This is a song about "Moon drops"

Flying higher than james bond in moon raker

Folarin, the muse of the hater

//start rapping when the beat drops.

The you should look up in the stars

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

Leaving you laying there like your gazin at the moon

Let me say this the realest bitch in the room

Gettin higher than saturn and the moon,

Figure i would make the nba and make me a fortune

Anything is possible after travelling to moon

I deserved to be reimbursed, cant spit they just dribble drops

Its way different ma you see em passin' out bars