This is a song about "All stars"

Yeah, tell me about the love of ours

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

Trying hard to speak and

Your seeing stars, spangled

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

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots

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

I'll always see her face when i look to the stars

And mine somewhere bout mars

I got more hats than the sky's got stars

My dream is to chill with all of the stars

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars

Even though in nola we either ball or give rhyme stars,

Whole lot of cobras with dope like soap bars

Shoot for the moon, rocket-launch for stars/