This is a song about "Walking on the moon"

But every time we book, we stay in our green room

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

Leaving you laying there like your gazin at the moon

It feel like woodstock in a nigga dressing room

He just get her bigger bags

Walking to town on the tracks

Don’t hit my twitter, leave me alone

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

Figure i would make the nba and make me a fortune

Some girls pull the dudes, literally, like the moon

Won't run out anytime soon

Soon zooming to the moon in tune,

All the while the thin line i was walking on would dip lower below the edge barely hanging on,

Or the doggone casanova double teamin maria sharapova with the don juan