This is a song about "Moon"

I guarantee our change whatever we go through

Did nothing but shoot for the moon since (pew)

I need a little room

If she don't like walk under moon

Gettin higher than saturn and the moon,

Let me say this the realest bitch in the room

Leaving you laying there like your gazin at the moon

Or a harpoon to tom cruise with a jock tune

Paparazzi, magazines: please leave me alone

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

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

And then i smilethrow in the towel

Nigga ain't nothing sweet like a kool aid pack

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