This is a song about "To the moon and back"

To being a being and beating the back roads and being it

Swallow the cinnamon, i'mma scribble this sin and shit

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

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

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

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

I left the city for a minute but it's still on my back

Theft and never looked back then turned to the angle of attack.

Soon zooming to the moon in tune,

Seen blood, sweat and tears like a locker room

Anything is possible after travelling to moon

It feel like woodstock in a nigga dressing room

I have a dream in which i will succeed, blow up like a balloon,

Your just a bleating sheep, tryna touch me like a worm tryna leap to the moon

Look, now roll my j tight

The moon is full tonight