This is a song about "Moon landing"

A little pillow he grips, just to cushion his landing

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

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

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

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

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

Yeah come holla at your uncle

While on the moon guess i'm micheal

You pussies ain't shit but venereal disease

Moon a toothless goober proven all you losers kief?