This is a song about "Neon moon"

If she don't like walk under moon

And her smile lit up the room

Yeah, them niggas spittin' while i'm dishing out a typhoon

Every afternoon after school crank the tunes and wait for the moon

I arrive and burst into the room and im first till i meet my tomb

Your just a bleating sheep, tryna touch me like a worm tryna leap to the moon

Some girls pull the dudes, literally, like the moon

But i was wrong, baby girl sung another tune

Turn a good vagina into a typhoon

Leaving you laying there like your gazin at the moon

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

Flying higher than james bond in moon raker