This is a song about "Moon"

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

And they label me king... you can come and take it back

Shoot for the moon, rocket-launch for stars/

I hated, some ritalin, some white socks

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

Flying higher than james bond in moon raker

Just know when you feeling that way spirit's in the room

Anything is possible after travelling to moon

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

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

And then i smilethrow in the towel

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

She gott no its either work or in the city where they judge a coon

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