This is a song about "Walk the moon"

Nigga you were wrong, you jumped in front of my gun, and heard the boom

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

Walk to the light and change

Said her hearts, in a cage

Leaving you laying there like your gazin at the moon

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

Go on, suck it up; but hurry, i got nuts to bust

Ya from neptune to the moon call me the musical mutant,

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

And then i smilethrow in the towel

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

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

I'd shoot for the moon but i'm too busy gazing at stars

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

Then put it into sex drive

Take the walk of my life