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

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

Keep talking, get you snatched for that scratch, clapped with the mac

I'd shoot for the moon but i'm too busy gazing at stars

The big bad wolf to me you're just a minor fox

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

Twista finna get up on the track

Never seen you as lyrical

While on the moon guess i'm micheal

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

I have a dream in which i will succeed, blow up like a balloon,

And have them peoples leakin' like they cd isn't mastered

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