This is a song about "Walk the moon"

It feel like woodstock in a nigga dressing room

If you said yes i would give you the moon

And all you get was a hater telling you you won't be seeing them soon,

I turned my head to glance at the left wall, i saw someone more beautiful than the moon

Figure i would make the nba and make me a fortune

Leaving you laying there like your gazin at the moon

I'm not moving like a cartoon

And we gone to 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 she don't like walk under moon

7 to 8, zoom zoom, boom boom tune