This is a song about "Perfect as the moon"

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

I’m that nigga in fact, paper tall as shaq

And her smile lit up the room

And we gone to the moon

A low life's plight

The moon is full tonight

I paint the perfect picture

I pipe in and one night her

And mine somewhere bout mars

Shoot for the moon, rocket-launch for stars/

Ya from neptune to the moon call me the musical mutant,

Go on, suck it up; but hurry, i got nuts to bust

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

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