This is a song about "Moon festival"

Or going to a festival. for a thrill

Get my fill on with this grandmother named jill

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

Some girls pull the dudes, literally, like the moon

I rush to tend her, talked as i touch her

Flying higher than james bond in moon raker

My mind's in a coming time, my body's in this stuffy room

Hi tided typhoon, shit spins like a monsoon, lets look towards the full moon,

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

I remember a nigga demo just sit in a room

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

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

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

I'd shoot for the moon but i'm too busy gazing at stars