This is a song about "Moon"

Flying higher than james bond in moon raker

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks

Shoot for the moon, rocket-launch for stars/

And we gone to the moon

You can pick the next room

Violence on my uncle, was working with two strikes

Whole team getting high moon walking on kites

Leaving you laying there like your gazin at the moon

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

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

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat

Anything is possible after travelling to moon

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

And then i smilethrow in the towel

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