This is a song about "50 stars"

And baby we could carve our names into the stars

Cause my hoes in the x like they model for cars

Like me, when i'm shooting for the stars/

Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks

Slangin' rocks with your glocks put this tape in your box

I grew up in new orleans, ball players and rhyme stars,

Sometimes you can't fix shit by wishes on stars.

Get a little smart, want to change yo tops

Doggy, i'm from the land of grind

Leaving 50 ton ships fucken capsized

I'll always see her face when i look to the stars

My driver's out of this world, you playing bumper cars

I leave em frettin more than rock stars

Like i'm only serving 20 rocks