This is a song about "Music and moonlight"

And young teens how get shot at gas stations for loudest music,

This is known as a classic, yeah that chapped lips crack shit

Another ratchet got dumped, in the trashcan i ain't done

Cooked up by a broken home and music with precision,

I grabbed the ak, my homie took the 12 gauge

My music feeds on sadness and rage,

Until then i guess that ill be gazing at the moonlight

Had a woman bust it taking that matter right

Who life was for music and the road

Used to find dope in his coat

On award tour, on excursions, i'm a virgin of swap meets

Just trying to link this music and its roots in the streets,

And american music shows.

Live from the lamont's rose