This is a song about "Wolves not howling at the moon"

And then i smilethrow in the towel

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

Its not about looking at the bright side to avoid the hurt

Misunderstood, respected, so i give it all my effort

Not yet at least but ‘til i’m off the leash

But in the meantime it's lights please

She gott no its either work or in the city where they judge a coon

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

I'm not moving like a cartoon

And we gone to the moon

Leaving you laying there like your gazin at the moon

Figure i would make the nba and make me a fortune

While on the moon guess i'm micheal

The world is so typical