Full Moon

We go back when we used to be classmates

Baby helped me bring up those math grades

Now I'm helping her make that pack skate

Pop it from the back, grip on that ass

I thought of this while I was staring at a full moon

Sometimes I feel like it be staring right back

Reminiscing on the times I was airing my gat

You so real, I know that you don't care if I scrap

I look into your eyes, I see you glaring right back

Only my mom and my son have me caring like that

And when we get into it, it don't ever get abusive