This is a song about "Walk the moon"

Some girls pull the dudes, literally, like the moon

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

Figure i would make the nba and make me a fortune

Leaving you laying there like your gazin at the moon

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

I walk across the road and walk up the steps

On the way to his house i got in the unlocked door and went straight to his room

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

While on the moon guess i'm micheal

Yeah come holla at your uncle

Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box

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

Soon zooming to the moon in tune,

Seen blood, sweat and tears like a locker room

And we gone to the moon

I need a little room