This is a song about "Moon walking on those hoes"

The therapist said hello but my mom would wonder

Street walking all you jock straps on the cock with hunger

Walking on lonely long dangerous roads on nights he roamed

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

Bitch i'm ballin' like i'm comin' off of free throws

You're dirty like the jersey shore with those orange hoes.

My weed and my broad exotic with no seeds

I stay on the beat. like my converse walking the streets

Walking around with two different sets of shades on,

I like a down-lookin, all for it, flower bomb

The world is so typical

While on the moon guess i'm micheal