This is a song about "Moon"

Won't run out anytime soon

And we gone to the moon

Gettin higher than saturn and the moon,

Let me say this the realest bitch in the room

Like my old prom suit that i wore with the tag

But now, there's no moon- the sky is all black.

On these beats i poke-a-man like a moon stone

Whining and complaining about when you coming home

Some girls pull the dudes, literally, like the moon

Just know when you feeling that way spirit's in the room

And then i smilethrow in the towel

Under the round moon in fumes, i make a cat growl