This is a song about "Moon"

Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks

Shoot for the moon, rocket-launch for stars/

Some niggas sayin’ bullsh-t but they don’t be important

Ya from neptune to the moon call me the musical mutant,

Moon a toothless goober proven all you losers kief?

But now i'm pointin the finger at police

The world is so typical

While on the moon guess i'm micheal

Some girls pull the dudes, literally, like the moon

Blood, sweat, and tears, it’ll be on your local walmart rack, soon

Gettin higher than saturn and the moon,

It feel like woodstock in a nigga dressing room