This is a song about "Walk two moons"

Walk right behind you being invisible

I got rich from a little struggle

I stuff you in the trunk, drunk

Through tracks, tombs, gas moons encircled

Abrakadabra a hoe or two

I'm tryna stay with you, lay with you

Two different stories,

Trap our young black seeds

Matter fact it's bright for 2, centuries that's many moons

This the district where politicians is fucking goons

Cho cho, i choose you two

The boa know they loving the crew

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

I walk across the road and walk up the steps

So its time for verse two

Bird gangs, it was birds i flew