This is a song about "Moon drops"

Let me say this the realest bitch in the room

Some girls pull the dudes, literally, like the moon

Watching for hollow-tip shots

Shoot for the moon, rocket-launch for stars/

If you talk shit, i'll make you cry and tell your big moms

And music's about lettin' freedom reign like water drops,

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

He's a punk , he copies my lines when the beat drops,

Folarin, the muse of the hater

Flying higher than james bond in moon raker

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

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