This is a song about "Walking on the moon"

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

This is what the devil plays before he goes to sleep

We’re walking past the head on a silver plate

We would like to call this an appreciation tape

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

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

I’m young and wild and i charm our old mother

Street walking all you jock straps on the cock with hunger

He just get her bigger bags

Walking to town on the tracks

Whining and complaining about when you coming home

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

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

So here is a mop and a bucket now go clean up the bathroom