This is a song about "Moon"

Thats kool-aid, moutain dew, and cris on you

Did nothing but shoot for the moon since (pew)

Aye, lifes a bitch, and i'm cuffing mines

Whole team getting high moon walking on kites

And we gone to the moon

You can pick the next room

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

And then i smilethrow in the towel

Anti-violent...stylin, lyrically inclined and

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

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

When you get hit its not gunna be boom all i have to say is welcome to your doom