This is a song about "Laying beneath the stars"

I'm over thing laying on the ground

Weed up, better make a sound

Hey! what's your name? oh, that's nice

Release the energy stored beneath

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

Shoot for the moon, rocket-launch for stars/

But for now just roll it up and just become one with the breeze

The people saw the carpet bein' pulled out from beneath,

My dream is to chill with all of the stars

Whole lot of cobras with dope like soap bars

I'd shoot for the moon but i'm too busy gazing at stars

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

And mine somewhere bout mars

Everyone has heard of the stars

You pull up in parking lots

Imma look at the stars,