This is a song about "Willy moon"

It feel like woodstock in a nigga dressing room

If you said yes i would give you the moon

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

Money in a bag, stones be yellow as a cat

I turned my head to glance at the left wall, i saw someone more beautiful than the moon

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

Shoot for the moon, rocket-launch for stars/

Can't see his son shine like the four tops

The moon is full tonight

A low life's plight

So, please excuse me while i resume under this full moon.

I remember a nigga demo just sit in a room

I was alerting her just to reinsert in her

Flying higher than james bond in moon raker