This is a song about "Moon landing"

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

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

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

Just know when you feeling that way spirit's in the room

If you said yes i would give you the moon

Seen blood, sweat and tears like a locker room

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

A little pillow he grips, just to cushion his landing

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

I can't hold back, it's time to attack jack

But a small girl had been shotmy heart could take no more

Blocking my path, flying through glass. soon, i'm landing on the floor

While on the moon guess i'm micheal

Yeah come holla at your uncle

So, please excuse me while i resume under this full moon.

We gon make it to the bedroom, i like the guest room