This is a song about "Moon mist"

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

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

The moon is full tonight

Me and you i think we should ride

Said do you even know the meaning of mist

Money is most of y'all interest

Chris wallace said the sky was the limit

...mist of rap...whatever, it don't matter, shit

I'll show you there's a few good left that exist

I wonder when they'll see thru the fake mist

But every time we book, we stay in our green room

Some girls pull the dudes, literally, like the moon

Whole team getting high moon walking on kites

For being jealous of a brother when he rides

It feel like woodstock in a nigga dressing room

Gettin higher than saturn and the moon,