This is a song about "On drugs till the moon nonstop"

Made some moves, now i'm known to spit december in june

Smokin heavy like a chevy till i'm level with the moon

Shoot for the moon, rocket-launch for stars/

Ya'll had your run, don't ruin ours

Harder than granite, hoes know i'm coming

On my dick, feel the sting, this is where drugs sling,

Till i fire up on the victim

Two reflections into one

Or maybe its they fault that we ain't holla since june

Gettin higher than saturn and the moon,

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

A thug on drugs, a gangsta, load the chambers, it's rodney king,

I shall rap nonstop, my goal's to make it to the top

Give me tall glass, coconut ciroc, please, no soda pop

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