This is a song about "Walk the moon"

When i'm through, i'll probably let you take it back

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

Take the walk of my life

Right flows down and they might go nice

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

Did nothing but shoot for the moon since (pew)

Gator-toed mauri, three quarters, sky blue

Leaving you laying there like your gazin at the moon

Turn a good vagina into a typhoon

And her smile lit up the room

Soon zooming to the moon in tune,

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

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