This is a song about "Trip to the moon"

But every time we book, we stay in our green room

Smokin heavy like a chevy till i'm level with the moon

And take him to a place that i'm sure we all can blow up, boom

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

Thoughts, cause you're an outsider tryna get in brain

Benny fucking trip remember the name,

Some of the fat dick, nigga dont trip

Shop at saks fifth like it's a target

And all you get was a hater telling you you won't be seeing them soon,

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

I know mario's on the hook, but i was playing duck hunt

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

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

Which gave me the opportunity of standing out straight on my feet above others