This is a song about "Moon"

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

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

Chat up your lookin off your knee pad

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

And take him to a place that i'm sure we all can blow up, boom

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

Leaving you laying there like your gazin at the moon

It feel like woodstock in a nigga dressing room

Flying higher than james bond in moon raker

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

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

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

Cause another innocent died

The moon is full tonight