This is a song about "Stars and music"

When bret hart meet brett farve

A chart scores as high stars and mars

And young teens how get shot at gas stations for loudest music,

Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit

Chips, chocolate, pop, popcorn and music

And dip her teeth in gold molds and flossed the shit

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

I aimed for the stars but i missed and went beyond them by a couple of inches/

That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money

I looked up to the stars past mars and thought what an atrocity..

Yeah live from the soho, and hov told me i'd blow joe

We see stars and jack whips, police cars are like beasts though,

Who life was for music and the road

A nigga just got paid and we still was broke

Heard you had a bad day, well lets make it a good night

We’re not mindless stars with shining cars and diamonds white,