This is a song about "Moon man"

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

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

Under the round moon in fumes, i make a cat growl

And then i smilethrow in the towel

Ya'll had your run, don't ruin ours

Shoot for the moon, rocket-launch for stars/

Anything is possible after travelling to moon

But i'm on some shrooms if you really want to feel the room

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

I have a dream in which i will succeed, blow up like a balloon,

I'm a rare rat that be hunted by the super cat

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

Ate, boom boom, my ace boon coon

If she don't like walk under moon