This is a song about "Shoot for the moon"

That proud feeling we get knowin' that pussy is ours

I'd shoot for the moon but i'm too busy gazing at stars

And take him to a place that i'm sure we all can blow up, boom

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

All you niggas die

And shoot the fucking sky,

Leaving you laying there like your gazin at the moon

Or a harpoon to tom cruise with a jock tune

While on the moon guess i'm micheal

As i light one for ill will