This is a song about "Walking the moon"

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops

Shoot for the moon, rocket-launch for stars/

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

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

My uncle pulled me to the side

The moon is full tonight

Lets get fucked up to the bone

C walking in the kill zone

Two times for the chicks with the right bag

But now, there's no moon- the sky is all black.

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

Coming with some proof see at yo funeral *raps in the tomb

I hate rap like kramer hate blacks

Walking to town on the tracks

Walking down the street and witnessed an explosion

I ain't really into sports, that's just where i'm from