This is a song about "Under the moonli"

Paper planes, long flights

Shining under the roof pipes

Still hear that laughin under breath while the orlando police

Your bitch is a hood bitch you can find up in these streets

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

Right under your bed, when you look at the mirror

I'm not under the influence i'm under the game

Shit, i use the same line, like i did again

I'm feeling like i never want to be apart

Want the title but im always fighting under card

My self-respect i leave that, in the lost and found

The underground artists sproutin' under towns never bound

The mirror, bags under my eyes,

Keep me a bitch with some sexy thighs