This is a song about "Walking on the moon"

Smokin heavy like a chevy till i'm level with the moon

Just know when you feeling that way spirit's in the room

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

Hi tided typhoon, shit spins like a monsoon, lets look towards the full moon,

Some girls pull the dudes, literally, like the moon

Let me say this the realest bitch in the room

Blind fucking hate inside my heart, guaranteed

Got my j's on my feet as i'm walking down the street

Pack it up thirty minutes to the jet leaves

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

Whole team getting high moon walking on kites

Young black male, crack sales got me three strikes

The world is so typical

While on the moon guess i'm micheal