This is a song about "Phases of the moon"

Wont silent the wreckage, but sirens are stacked cages, that lack phases,

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

Won't run out anytime soon

Soon zooming to the moon in tune,

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

And then i smilethrow in the towel

You can pick the next room

And we gone to the moon

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

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

I remember a nigga demo just sit in a room

My legion is doom, my gorilla's monsoon

Some girls pull the dudes, literally, like the moon