This is a song about "The sun and moon"

It feels good putting money in your mailboxi love paying rent when the rent's due

To the moon, and not owe anyone, boy, cuz boy, thats just what the fuck i do.

Hold on you can see my vision

Im fucking coming, blocking the sun

Boss broke, spouse choke, blouse open

They say, "rain brings pain, and the sun brings fun"

Leaving you laying there like your gazin at the moon

I remember a nigga demo just sit in a room

And the red sun sinks at least into the hills of gold,

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

And we gone to the moon

7 to 8, zoom zoom, boom boom tune

He’s tha only one

Then, in the blazin sun,