This is a song about "Moon shoes"

Yea, smoking loud enjoying my youth

You can't find your fucken shoes?

Self made coming soon

And we gone to the moon

If you said yes i would give you the moon

My legion is doom, my gorilla's monsoon

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

Leaving you laying there like your gazin at the moon

My direction good, well-rounded type

The moon is full tonight

Gettin higher than saturn and the moon,

It feel like woodstock in a nigga dressing room

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

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

Shoot for the moon, rocket-launch for stars/

Forearm with my gang name, that's an old carve