This is a song about "Moon"

I'm tryna learn somethin new

Did nothing but shoot for the moon since (pew)

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

But every time we book, we stay in our green room

Leaving you laying there like your gazin at the moon

Whole team getting high moon walking on kites

This ain't 1992 bullets tumblin' out no nines

And we gone to the moon

I'm not moving like a cartoon