This is a song about "Camped out under the stars"

And mine somewhere bout mars

Imma look at the stars,

And dip her teeth in gold molds and flossed the shit

Are all the disney stars corrupted

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

Rather than buy our songs, they busy cheering the stars

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

And when you look up at night you'll see me in the stars

I'm an eskimo, nigga, i got cold bars

Shoot for the moon, rocket-launch for stars/

Everyone has heard of the stars

Y’all only in it for the cars

When bret hart meet brett farve

Scii ain't aiming for the stars

Jordan 4 seated floorside sitting with mars

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