This is a song about "Walk the moon"

While on the moon guess i'm micheal

The world is so typical

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

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

On the way to his house i got in the unlocked door and went straight to his room

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

Shoot for the moon, rocket-launch for stars/

Whole lot of cobras with dope like soap bars

Self made coming soon

And we gone to the moon

Soon zooming to the moon in tune,

Seen blood, sweat and tears like a locker room