This is a song about "Moon goblins"

On these beats i poke-a-man like a moon stone

You cowardly-hearted, you couldn't make it on your own

Gettin higher than saturn and the moon,

It feel like woodstock in a nigga dressing room

Your just a bleating sheep, tryna touch me like a worm tryna leap to the moon

And all you get was a hater telling you you won't be seeing them soon,

As i light one for ill will

While on the moon guess i'm micheal

Ya from neptune to the moon call me the musical mutant,

While i’m somewhere in the back, getting blowed like a blunt

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

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