This is a song about "Perfect as the moon"

I like bitches in air maxes without socks

Shoot for the moon, rocket-launch for stars/

Your just a bleating sheep, tryna touch me like a worm tryna leap to the moon

And all you get was a hater telling you you won't be seeing them soon,

So here is a mop and a bucket now go clean up the bathroom

Hi tided typhoon, shit spins like a monsoon, lets look towards the full moon,

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably

I'm serving the beat, nobody's perfect as me

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

Just know when you feeling that way spirit's in the room

Stuck on the elevator, perfect moment

But got comma’s in my statement