This is a song about "Death of a star"

Then i blow, i’ma close out the par

Baby one day you'll be a star

Sience say i'm already a star

You get close but no cigar

We can count the stars on the hood in your father's car

Keep it real and trill, all of you, love y'all, be a star!

Hope my city is not too far

''track star'' run real quick bitch like a track star

The engine in back of my car

Imma be a fucking star

Cause yo ass got me fiending for ya so far

And i'm laying bricks like a trap star,

// [you're a... rock star]

'bout to get my other car

A dimming example of a star that never shot your way,

They waiting on me to give an a-okay, then the k gon' spray