This is a song about "Moon mist"

Anything is possible after travelling to moon

It feel like woodstock in a nigga dressing room

Moms really getting mad when i call you that

Enter a mist, twist, barrel role and all that shit.

Daytime bus pass, now it’s night flights

Whole team getting high moon walking on kites

When i’m in the groove, i can freak a tune

Gettin higher than saturn and 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

Looking like ya shit you britches in a heavy rap of mist

Designer shit, though i’m modest, astonishing to be honest

Shout out to joe and chris, it's a.p on my wrist

Narcissist, that cant see through the mist

Or maybe its they fault that we ain't holla since june

If you said yes i would give you the moon