This is a song about "Bars ours cars stars top crop"

Better yet they work my every nerve

Burn faster and faster so we take what's ours

Imma look at the stars,

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

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make

Aiming for the stars with bars hitting hard as catapults making castles shake//

Um tom frazier, new lebron haters

She may not be blood, but shes still ours,

Whole lot of cobras with dope like soap bars

This blaze in my bars, needs a place in the stars

This world of ours is going to shit

Shop at saks fifth like it's a target

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

They know i'm tryna get that montana dough

Run away from the cars...

Like i'm only serving 20 rocks