This is a song about "Moon"

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

The kings get killed very least overthrown

And we gone to the moon

Ate, boom boom, my ace boon coon

Moon a toothless goober proven all you losers kief?

Me and my niggas swarm on you like the killer bees

Figure i would make the nba and make me a fortune

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

While on the moon guess i'm micheal

Never seen you as lyrical

Did nothing but shoot for the moon since (pew)

I'm talking ambition, i could spell it for you

If you said yes i would give you the moon

Let me say this the realest bitch in the room

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

Yeah, them niggas spittin' while i'm dishing out a typhoon