This is a song about "Moon rovers"

I'm driving in a stolen truck, and i'm probably fucking drunk

Ya from neptune to the moon call me the musical mutant,

Some girls pull the dudes, literally, like the moon

It feel like woodstock in a nigga dressing room

My pocket's fat, somebody check my blood pressure

But astronomer is just a fancy word for moon starer

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

Like bobby had whitney we was cooking up crack

I'd shoot for the moon but i'm too busy gazing at stars

She pretty but she insecure as baby-mother scars

If she don't like walk under moon

I need a little room

Soon zooming to the moon in tune,

And her smile lit up the room

So here is a mop and a bucket now go clean up the bathroom

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