This is a song about "Neon moon"

He catches her and puts her arm around her to the bathroom,

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

And goin' half on a motherfuckin' hundred sack

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

Umm, this lane is open if, if you need

For bunk meat, neon lighted butchers were chumps bleed

But every time we book, we stay in our green room

So, please excuse me while i resume under this full moon.

7 to 8, zoom zoom, boom boom tune

If she don't like walk under moon

Or maybe its they fault that we ain't holla since june

Gettin higher than saturn and the moon,

Flying higher than james bond in moon raker

I'll touch slap her, dap her, plus clap her

Get a little smart, want to change yo tops

Shoot for the moon, rocket-launch for stars/