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

Tryna find myself letting the stars show me

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

Bitches asses looking like dalmatians and shit

Are all the disney stars corrupted

Sb nike's, with the grey box

Everyone has heard of the stars

That proud feeling we get knowin' that pussy is ours

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

Forearm with my gang name, that's an old carve

I got more hats than the sky's got stars

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

Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

And truth be told, only shooting stars can break the mold