This is a song about "All stars"

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

Ya'll had your run, don't ruin ours

Then the stars don't even matter

I pipe in and one night her

Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box

I grew up in new orleans, ball players and rhyme stars,

Trying to say goodbye to the glamorous chains and cars

All my life i fall down, it's true, i reach for the stars

I have no diamond whites like all these mindless stars,

I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

Sitting in the hay while i'm watching all the stars

That proud feeling we get knowin' that pussy is ours

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

Took the van, went snatch her

You trap stars, i’m rhodes scholar