This is a song about "Moon"

You ain't never shed light on nothing that they're going through

Did nothing but shoot for the moon since (pew)

Forearm with my gang name, that's an old carve

Shoot for the moon, rocket-launch for stars/

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

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

Smokin heavy like a chevy till i'm level with the moon

Figure i would make the nba and make me a fortune

I arrive and burst into the room and im first till i meet my tomb

Your just a bleating sheep, tryna touch me like a worm tryna leap to the moon

Soon zooming to the moon in tune,

Just regret the fact that i left too soon