This is a song about "All stars"

Everyone has heard of the stars

Sb nike's, with the grey box

Imma look at the stars,

Watching for hollow-tip shots

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

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

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

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

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

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

I gotta bounce, i don’t call her

You trap stars, i’m rhodes scholar

But like a porn star i'm best when to swallow

Talkin' bout lights, but where did all the stars go

Are all the disney stars corrupted

I'll never be retro like a cool kid