This is a song about "Trip to the moon"

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

I'm gettin help for this addiction, now golf ain't important

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

On the way to his house i got in the unlocked door and went straight to his room

Forearm with my gang name, that's an old carve

Shoot for the moon, rocket-launch for stars/

Seen blood, sweat and tears like a locker room

Some girls pull the dudes, literally, like the moon

Pray you rich in confidence, now i'm paying you mind

There's that smile/ been a while/ about to take a trip in the wild/

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

We gon make it to the bedroom, i like the guest room

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

Probably fuck up your budget, yea, i’m playing with numbers

Some of the fat dick, nigga dont trip

Would you capture it, or just let it slip