This is a song about "Love you to the moon and dancing on the stars"

Figure i would make the nba and make me a fortune

Leaving you laying there like your gazin at the moon

Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks

I suggest you do it, and aim for the stars

As you rise the stars begin to fall from the skies

I'm official nice, y'all niggas fisher price

Dancing for the bars while you out getting shot

This is the part where we run hip hop

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

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

My dream is to chill with all of the stars

Whole lot of cobras with dope like soap bars

The motherfucking cherry on top, my response to the way you hurt the one's i love/

I popped him in his knees and shot him, punk.. please..cause cops should mind they business, when we rush