This is a song about "Phases of the moon"

Did nothing but shoot for the moon since (pew)

Higher than a vanilla sky, float by you

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

Gotta get back to the d, you know we finally famous

But i'm on some shrooms if you really want to feel the room

Leaving you laying there like your gazin at the moon

Playin' like he'd play me, phases of lame statements made

We blow jars of the dank, like bob marley was wake

Spit that raw shit, y'all some talkative condoms, fall back

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