This is a song about "Trip to the moon"

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

Kismet hadn't finished its trip, one relinquished his bridge to the gutters

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

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

Some of the fat dick, nigga dont trip

I like to call that a quick flip

Gettin higher than saturn and the moon,

You're starin as well cause you too were in tune

Some girls pull the dudes, literally, like the moon

It feel like woodstock in a nigga dressing room

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

Leaving you laying there like your gazin at the moon

Past all these glass jaws and assholes that claim

Benny fucking trip remember the name,