This is a song about "Moon"

They get mad when i lay up in the porsche box

Shoot for the moon, rocket-launch for stars/

But for now just roll it up and just become one with the breeze

Moon a toothless goober proven all you losers kief?

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

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

Then clap then shake it without breaking your back

But now, there's no moon- the sky is all black.

I can do better without you

Did nothing but shoot for the moon since (pew)

I do not know how that dead body got inside of my trunk

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

Anything is possible after travelling to moon

Made some moves, now i'm known to spit december in june