This is a song about "Star ships"

6 is only half senses, and i'm waiting on my race to send ships

I'm murdering instrumentals cause i rap with the conscience

And get them back on their ships

Big stacks, no lego bricks

// [you're a... rock star]

6 o's pay for my car

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

This harbour's run for trading ships with kiss 'em redemption

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

Sinkin' ships are dying, we participated in past movements,

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

My ancestors were brought here on american ships

// [you're a... rock star]

I'm in my other car

And could i be a star

Baby, you know who you are