This is a song about "Up on the moon"

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

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

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

Proud of it all defensive fuck i'm rocking alone

On these beats i poke-a-man like a moon stone

Or maybe its they fault that we ain't holla since june

Some girls pull the dudes, literally, like the moon

My mind's in a coming time, my body's in this stuffy room

Hi tided typhoon, shit spins like a monsoon, lets look towards the full moon,

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

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops