This is a song about "Moon"

If you said yes i would give you the moon

Turn a good vagina into a typhoon

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

A real live tale about a snitch named haitian jack

Stuntin' in some other jordan nines

Whole team getting high moon walking on kites

I just reflect on how i ain't met you, yet boo

Did nothing but shoot for the moon since (pew)

Hi tided typhoon, shit spins like a monsoon, lets look towards the full moon,

He catches her and puts her arm around her to the bathroom,

And we gone to the moon

I'm not moving like a cartoon

Moon a toothless goober proven all you losers kief?

Is it the money or my marriage or media peace

So, please excuse me while i resume under this full moon.

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