This is a song about "Moon"

Smokin heavy like a chevy till i'm level with the moon

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

If she don't like walk under moon

Won't run out anytime soon

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

She gott no its either work or in the city where they judge a coon

And take him to a place that i'm sure we all can blow up, boom

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

Shoot for the moon, rocket-launch for stars/

And when this beat drops, your heart stops

Seen blood, sweat and tears like a locker room

Soon zooming to the moon in tune,