This is a song about "Moon landing hoax"

Leaving you laying there like your gazin at the moon

Turn a good vagina into a typhoon

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

A little pillow he grips, just to cushion his landing

Whole team getting high moon walking on kites

Wale they call me tiger stripes

My legion is doom, my gorilla's monsoon

Some girls pull the dudes, literally, like the moon

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

Nigga you were wrong, you jumped in front of my gun, and heard the boom

While on the moon guess i'm micheal

Lady at the frank stand will