This is a song about "Twearking on the moon"

Look how i do it, yo i'm taking you back

But now, there's no moon- the sky is all black.

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

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

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

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box

I'd shoot for the moon but i'm too busy gazing at stars

The moon is out now shining on the dark water. that's when everything else seems to falter.

He's getting byeit's time to bury another brotha nobody crylife as a baller

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

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

Girl you're my reflection, all i see is you

Did nothing but shoot for the moon since (pew)