This is a song about "The moon"

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

Hit yo ho with a muthafuckin baseball bat

I need a little room

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

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

Into something with swag, nigga, don't be mad

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots

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

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

On the way to his house i got in the unlocked door and went straight to his room

While on the moon guess i'm micheal

Yeah come holla at your uncle

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