This is a song about "Shoot for the moon"

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

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

Ate, boom boom, my ace boon coon

Gettin higher than saturn and the moon,

Shoot for the moon, rocket-launch for stars/

They get mad when i lay up in the porsche box

And shoot the fucking sky,

That got your mother high

And leave the court, shoot the judge, head for east detroit,

Know i had to do a jay dilla joint

Made some moves, now i'm known to spit december in june

Leaving you laying there like your gazin at the moon

Did nothing but shoot for the moon since (pew)

Just me and my two of my dudes, blue man crew