This is a song about "Under the moonli"

Hot man, god damn, killa cam be live

Under 25, living the fuckin life

Under the moonlight in the light of my screen

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

I cop weed for less of a percentage than i fucking plot seeds

Love smothering widows til they freaking under the sheets

You smell the ounce, i ain't even in ya house yet

"where is it?" under the bed? in the depths of the shed?

Westside, bitch i run mine

Through you under the avc line

Folarin never walk in prada and talk of a price

Why so serial? because the under world aint lies

The devil at the dance hall thirsty for a partner

I polish off the impostors, under beds i'm a monster//

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

Then bury her under the pavement