This is a song about "Moon"

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

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

Under the round moon in fumes, i make a cat growl

And then i smilethrow in the towel

Soon zooming to the moon in tune,

Ate, boom boom, my ace boon coon

You can pick the next room

If she don't like walk under moon

You're starin as well cause you too were in tune

Some girls pull the dudes, literally, like the moon

And we gone to the moon

And her smile lit up the room

And don't you bring your camera phone

On these beats i poke-a-man like a moon stone

Big bullets, look like a mack truck, shooters ride wit’ that mac tucked

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