This is a song about "Walk the moon"

Some girls pull the dudes, literally, like the moon

You're starin as well cause you too were in tune

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

Shoot for the moon, rocket-launch for stars/

Fat rhymes every time, bitch, roseanne bars

If you said yes i would give you the moon

Ate, boom boom, my ace boon coon

Sold sega games, his cousin sold crack

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

I remember a nigga demo just sit in a room

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

Made some moves, now i'm known to spit december in june

Leaving you laying there like your gazin at the moon