This is a song about "Moon love"

Did nothing but shoot for the moon since (pew)

'cuz they don’t smile or smell like you

If she don't like walk under moon

And her smile lit up the room

The j gets smaller, i'm loving my zone

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

Yeah, them niggas spittin' while i'm dishing out a typhoon

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

Let me say this the realest bitch in the room

Leaving you laying there like your gazin at the moon

Every afternoon after school crank the tunes and wait for the moon

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

Your just a bleating sheep, tryna touch me like a worm tryna leap to the moon

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