This is a song about "Moon"

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

And all you get was a hater telling you you won't be seeing them soon,

I turned my head to glance at the left wall, i saw someone more beautiful than the moon

I have a dream in which i will succeed, blow up like a balloon,

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

Flying higher than james bond in moon raker

I'd rather you tell me to hit you later

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

Shoot for the moon, rocket-launch for stars/

You reflect me, i love that about you

Did nothing but shoot for the moon since (pew)

Or maybe its they fault that we ain't holla since june

Leaving you laying there like your gazin at the moon