This is a song about "Walk the moon"

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

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

If you said yes i would give you the moon

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

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

And then i smilethrow in the towel

Hit yo ho with a muthafuckin baseball bat

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

While on the moon guess i'm micheal

As i light one for ill will

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

Coming with some proof see at yo funeral *raps in the tomb

When i die tell them to turn my coffin to stretch benz

I walk across the road and walk up the steps