[Verse 1: Dylan Ross]
Yo, how much wreck must I catch before you understand
I'm not the one to choke my arm up with a rubber band
It's been a while since I copped a vial or held anything other than a blizzy with a pen in my other hand
And I don't wanna brag but I'll be the wonderman with the power to cut you down like a lumberjack
Matter fact I'm jackin' for trees where the lumber at
I'll send your Momma to you complete with the bubblewrap
12 years of my life wasted on books and math when the only thing that I retained was how to bust a rap
And nowadays even white middlе school middle class Hollister girls got mixtapes what's up with that
But I'm on somе of that He-Man, Thundercat, Ball-o-holic pen and pixel where the wine and hummers at
Midwest soul clap yeah I fucks with that all day I've learned that it's smarter to take the long way

[Verse 2: Dylan Ross]
I was high when I wrote this
Just so you know rap money can make a good person go bogus
So most good people know this and I don't really have time to tip-toe through the roses
But I'm a clown in my own way but not the type to make them go LOL HAHA JK
But it's okay though I hit them all with Kato
I'm smoking futuristic weed that look like neon play-doh
That ain't a bowl, That's a Hitler piece the Germans made those
It's ornamental on the mantle that's the way it goes
Let me take control
How many props must you offer to this arrogant Aryan with a baby nose
Mad insanity still raping hoes
I'm like a schizophrenic girl on her period I got crazy flows
I'm making mega pay though
I almost died a couple days ago spinnin' on the highway like a fuckin' tornado
[Chorus]
Moon Pie. Moon Pie. Moon Pie
Held up high in the night sky [x2]