This is a song about "5 stars"

More props. r.i.p., my poor pops

Imma look at the stars,

It's roc nation, this my team

And my civ 5 regime.

Slangin' rocks with your glocks put this tape in your box

My dream is to chill with all of the stars

No bullshit, i'm mike with the mic

Are all the disney stars corrupted

You're uncool like my mother kin

More than 5 blunts in rotation

But once the smoke clears, you right back where you was

Stars become fiction, bars become prisms

Then the stars don't even matter

Or something that you paid for

Scrilla fan, oh boy and

Your seeing stars, spangled