This is a song about "Nostalgia moon"

Did nothing but shoot for the moon since (pew)

That you offer them ones but they ain't let you

The nerve of this prick, he said fuck it you can have her

Flying higher than james bond in moon raker

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

And take him to a place that i'm sure we all can blow up, boom

Lady at the frank stand will

While on the moon guess i'm micheal

Anything is possible after travelling to moon

It feel like woodstock in a nigga dressing room

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

Blood, sweat, and tears, it’ll be on your local walmart rack, soon