This is a song about "Dancing with the stars"

Dancing with the devil, hoarding useless shit

Put your whole goddamn career in a casket

Are all the disney stars corrupted

All you wanna do is get that stick

There's a kid on the path, and she's laughing n' dancing

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

With my head in the stars, and just not in the game

Bitches choosing their excuses: my new car’s to blame

You pull up in parking lots

I got more hats than the sky's got stars

Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box

I suggest you do it, and aim for the stars

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

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

Not living in the stars with an angel in your bedding,

That i'm sharing in the force with the cyclops staring