This is a song about "Walk the moon"

Niggas is working forever my bars

Shoot for the moon, rocket-launch for stars/

And then i smilethrow in the towel

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

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

I'm trying to make a way, she never call back

Ate, boom boom, my ace boon coon

If she don't like walk under moon

You're in a seminar

I walk into the fuckin bar

Some girls pull the dudes, literally, like the moon

It feel like woodstock in a nigga dressing room