This is a song about "Nostalgia moon"

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

Dead faces keep my money in a body bag

Figure i would make the nba and make me a fortune

Some girls pull the dudes, literally, like the moon

Won't run out anytime soon

And we gone to the moon

Gets older, bolder, and cold cause he's left alone

On these beats i poke-a-man like a moon stone

Flying higher than james bond in moon raker

I got something you've been waiting for