This is a song about "Moon shoes"

Whole team getting high moon walking on kites

For being jealous of a brother when he rides

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

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

Try to jack and i will attack

My shoes black, slater back/

That man there throw wale on the shelf and i lose

This homosexual troll living under my shoes

My time with their half-witted reviews

You can't find your fucken shoes?

And we gone to the moon

And her smile lit up the room

My dip gang man, the peeps that'll ride

The moon is full tonight

I ain’t gotta lie, they know i’m the truth

Like the bottom of your dated shoes