This is a song about "The love of the moon"

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

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

But every time we book, we stay in our green room

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

Gotta love the smell of that burning tree,

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably

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

Hit yo ho with a muthafuckin baseball bat

I started praying for the hope and the change of love

Lookin' out, retarded kids screamin' out fuck slob, jesus

I turned my head to glance at the left wall, i saw someone more beautiful than the moon

When you get hit its not gunna be boom all i have to say is welcome to your doom

Yeah come holla at your uncle

While on the moon guess i'm micheal