This is a song about "Without moon"

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

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

We gon make it to the bedroom, i like the guest room

Leaving you laying there like your gazin at the moon

Ya from neptune to the moon call me the musical mutant,

In this rusty cunt, that won a cup in collectin' dust

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

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

Your just a bleating sheep, tryna touch me like a worm tryna leap to the moon

Nigga you were wrong, you jumped in front of my gun, and heard the boom

Flying higher than james bond in moon raker

I got something you've been waiting for