This is a song about "Moon"

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

So, please excuse me while i resume under this full moon.

You're starin as well cause you too were in tune

Gettin higher than saturn and the moon,

And then i smilethrow in the towel

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

Hi tided typhoon, shit spins like a monsoon, lets look towards the full moon,

Coming with some proof see at yo funeral *raps in the tomb

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

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

Won't run out anytime soon

Soon zooming to the moon in tune,

Flying higher than james bond in moon raker

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her