This is a song about "Moon"

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

I have a dream in which i will succeed, blow up like a balloon,

And we gone to the moon

7 to 8, zoom zoom, boom boom tune

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

Blood, sweat, and tears, it’ll be on your local walmart rack, soon

Two times for the chicks with the right bag

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

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

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

Turn a good vagina into a typhoon

Leaving you laying there like your gazin at the moon