This is a song about "Rock stars"

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

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

We don't want you with skinny legs and the big ass ass shots

I grew up in new orleans, ball players and rhyme stars,

I keep my gaze glanced on stars

And i'm still hurtin over pops

Like me, when i'm shooting for the stars/

I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops

But god is still the rock

We popping bottles, it don't stop

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

And baby we could carve our names into the stars

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops

My dream is to chill with all of the stars

And mine somewhere bout mars

Imma look at the stars,