This is a song about "Walk the moon"

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

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

She gott no its either work or in the city where they judge a coon

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

Chat up your lookin off your knee pad

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

Some girls pull the dudes, literally, like the moon

Seen blood, sweat and tears like a locker room

Leaving you laying there like your gazin at the moon

Just know when you feeling that way spirit's in the room

Soon zooming to the moon in tune,

You can pick the next room

Shoot for the moon, rocket-launch for stars/

I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops