This is a song about "Without moon"

Leaving you laying there like your gazin at the moon

And take him to a place that i'm sure we all can blow up, boom

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

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

Under the round moon in fumes, i make a cat growl

And then i smilethrow in the towel

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

Spit that raw shit, y'all some talkative condoms, fall back

I don't know why i'm even on this track

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

While on the moon guess i'm micheal

Yeah come holla at your uncle

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

Figure i would make the nba and make me a fortune