This is a song about "Walk the moon"

I need a little room

Soon zooming to the moon in tune,

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

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

Hit yo ho with a muthafuckin baseball bat

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

Yeah, tell me about the love of ours

Shoot for the moon, rocket-launch for stars/

Walk to the light and change

Said her hearts, in a cage

It feel like woodstock in a nigga dressing room

Some girls pull the dudes, literally, like the moon