This is a song about "Rock stars"

We popping bottles, it don't stop

Cause baby you're my rock

Free throws of money, bet you can’t block

With the hammer and a rock

Of impactful things one can ask for

You trap stars, i’m rhodes scholar

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

I have no diamond whites like all these mindless stars,

Are all the disney stars corrupted

She got the bomb, i'm talking tick tick

And bijies like im out and

Your seeing stars, spangled

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

My friend's father got shot, it was homicide, he would see stars,

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops

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