This is a song about "Moon head"

Motherfuckers, every time i see the paper

Flying higher than james bond in moon raker

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

Leaving you laying there like your gazin at the moon

If she don't like walk under moon

I'm not moving like a cartoon

If you said yes i would give you the moon

You're starin as well cause you too were in tune

He catches her and puts her arm around her to the bathroom,

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

It feel like woodstock in a nigga dressing room

Gettin higher than saturn and the moon,

And take him to a place that i'm sure we all can blow up, boom

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