This is a song about "Moon walking"

Some girls pull the dudes, literally, like the moon

We gon make it to the bedroom, i like the guest room

Anything is possible after travelling to moon

It feel like woodstock in a nigga dressing room

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

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

Inviting guess i'm walking out

I gotta little clout

Shoot for the moon, rocket-launch for stars/

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

Flying higher than james bond in moon raker

I never use a fork i always spoon her

Ate, boom boom, my ace boon coon

Soon zooming to the moon in tune,

While on the moon guess i'm micheal

Never seen you as lyrical