This is a song about "Perfect as the moon"

Why his beloved forever wept as a nervous wreck behind the perfect view

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

They say i walk around like i got a s on my chest

Whatever, your name is wack as hell, so it fits you perfect.

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

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

I'm not moving like a cartoon

Gettin higher than saturn and the moon,

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

In this rusty cunt, that won a cup in collectin' dust

As i rip you apart with perfect precision

Who endorse them, should pull the plug and stick a fork in them