This is a song about "Touching the moon"

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

Ya from neptune to the moon call me the musical mutant,

For the dough you'll be like doe, stuck at home

Don't think about touching the throne,

I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops

Shoot for the moon, rocket-launch for stars/

If you was, i would climb every other stair, i gotta stare

Made money off the white without touching the soft, i'm in there

Or a harpoon to tom cruise with a jock tune

Leaving you laying there like your gazin at the moon

Hi tided typhoon, shit spins like a monsoon, lets look towards the full moon,

She gott no its either work or in the city where they judge a coon

And we gone to the moon

Self made coming soon