This is a song about "Rock stars"

Shoot for the moon, rocket-launch for stars/

Yeah, tell me about the love of ours

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

I have no diamond whites like all these mindless stars,

And baby we could carve our names into the stars

Forearm with my gang name, that's an old carve

When bret hart meet brett farve

I keep my gaze glanced on stars

Cause baby you're my rock

One shot make a nigga's heartbeat stop

Like i'm only serving 20 rocks

I got more hats than the sky's got stars

They get mad when i lay up in the porsche box

Sitting in the hay while i'm watching all the stars

Your chick said i'm hot

But god is still the rock