This is a song about "Galaxy moon rocks"

But i'm on some shrooms if you really want to feel the room

Anything is possible after travelling to moon

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

The projects to the urban hood, where bitches pop rocks,

And her smile lit up the room

And we gone to the moon

Hang here cuz people's previously sold rocks?

I like bitches in air maxes without socks

The malady a galaxy of self-fulfilling prophecies

Where i can free at hand, eat candy with easter bunnies

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

I've seen the drug busts, cocaine cooked into crack rocks,

And when this beat drops, your heart stops

And grow up to smoke rocks.

Am i just a country boy, who rocks

Sb nike's, with the grey box