This is a song about "Moonlight memory"

Loosing myself in the moonlight

My direction good, well-rounded type

Man, noon's bright, what a #moonlight, let's go for seconds, i bet she wouldn't mind

Then bring your big bad ass to california, cause we ain't hard to find

Your memory enters me whichever way i turn to

'n' they don’t photograph, nah they don't sex like you

On a memory refine disturb me then u crying

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

Into that part of their memory, it gets them pissed,

All we do is work white, sorta like a dentist

Might as well, mix it up. im a fashion whore

The moonlight becomes you-total darkness even more.

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

It's like a stain, the main memory,

Not that this ain't lucrative, but i just need your energy

Bring in the artillery life is nothin but a memory