This is a song about "Moon goblins"

And then i smilethrow in the towel

Under the round moon in fumes, i make a cat growl

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

And i'm still hurtin over pops

Shoot for the moon, rocket-launch for stars/

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

But every time we book, we stay in our green room

Ate, boom boom, my ace boon coon

And we gone to the moon

Spit that raw shit, y'all some talkative condoms, fall back

But now, there's no moon- the sky is all black.

Moon a toothless goober proven all you losers kief?

I take em out their misery, make it harder to breathe