This is a song about "Walk the moon"

While on the moon guess i'm micheal

Lady at the frank stand will

Shoot for the moon, rocket-launch for stars/

Whole lot of cobras with dope like soap bars

Your music in the car

I walk into the fuckin bar

Smokin' bowls of dope and coke, our noses are infected soon,

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

I need a little room

If she don't like walk under moon

And we gone to the moon

Self made coming soon

Soon zooming to the moon in tune,

And her smile lit up the room

Yeah months in every night she's in tears

I walk across the road and walk up the steps