This is a song about "Dancing with the stars"

Scii ain't aiming for the stars

And mine somewhere bout mars

Dancing for the bars while you out getting shot

I get my cake; i love hip hop

My dream is to chill with all of the stars

Whole lot of cobras with dope like soap bars

I like my glasses full, as if my eyes is big

Rocking moccasins and slow dancing with a model chick

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

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

So that make you a queen, surviving anything

He gave me some excuse like he's dancing on the ceiling

Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong

Let me hear the fans clapping dancing on

They get mad when i lay up in the porsche box

I suggest you do it, and aim for the stars