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

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

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

Everyone has heard of the stars

And mine somewhere bout mars

We're the tip-top of hip-hop, breed rhyme stars,

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

Fearin what it show you, reality is gold

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

Yeah, tell me about the love of ours

My dream is to chill with all of the stars

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

Rather than buy our songs, they busy cheering the stars

I'll always see her face when i look to the stars

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