This is a song about "Neon moon"

But i was wrong, baby girl sung another tune

Anything is possible after travelling to moon

I'm an eskimo, nigga, i got cold bars

Shoot for the moon, rocket-launch for stars/

Fuck it we on the move, none of use tryna lose

Ive got neon laced shoes, i used to wear crayon paint shoes,

While on the moon guess i'm micheal

Never seen you as lyrical

And then i smilethrow in the towel

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

For bunk meat, neon lighted butchers were chumps bleed

Think it's sweet, think he get money across the street

Some girls pull the dudes, literally, like the moon

Made some moves, now i'm known to spit december in june