This is a song about "Nostalgia moon"

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

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

But i'm on some shrooms if you really want to feel the room

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

Soon zooming to the moon in tune,

I need a little room

I remember a nigga demo just sit in a room

Leaving you laying there like your gazin at the moon

Under the round moon in fumes, i make a cat growl

And then i smilethrow in the towel

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

I got a love jones for your body and skin tone