This is a song about "Walking on the moon"

And we gone to the moon

Won't run out anytime soon

Every afternoon after school crank the tunes and wait for the moon

Yeah, them niggas spittin' while i'm dishing out a typhoon

I stay on the beat. like my converse walking the streets

My bitch a lady but a freak up in the sheets

But i be like for real, just pick up that phone

On these beats i poke-a-man like a moon stone

Switch swag on you little dick fags

Walking to town on the tracks

My legion is doom, my gorilla's monsoon

If you said yes i would give you the moon

Walking on these squeaky floorboards

And three hours in the showers with the corpse

Gettin higher than saturn and the moon,

Let me say this the realest bitch in the room