This is a song about "Walk the moon"

Gettin higher than saturn and the moon,

Turn a good vagina into a typhoon

If she don't like walk under moon

Won't run out anytime soon

Under the round moon in fumes, i make a cat growl

And then i smilethrow in the towel

Soon zooming to the moon in tune,

Seen blood, sweat and tears like a locker room

Like that's going to make up for the years and the tears

I walk across the road and walk up the steps

The 40 if i cop bottles, we can't believe you

Did nothing but shoot for the moon since (pew)

Shoot for the moon, rocket-launch for stars/

Forearm with my gang name, that's an old carve

On the way to his house i got in the unlocked door and went straight to his room

Your just a bleating sheep, tryna touch me like a worm tryna leap to the moon