This is a song about "Nostalgia moon"

When i’m in the groove, i can freak a tune

Gettin higher than saturn and the moon,

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

Anything is possible after travelling to moon

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

It feel like woodstock in a nigga dressing room

Whole team getting high moon walking on kites

Blinded by all these street lights, up late, can't sleep nights

So i parked in a tow-away zone

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

We still visualize places, that we can roll in peace

Moon a toothless goober proven all you losers kief?

Death is the only road from nostalgia

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh