This is a song about "I m a star"

We be in the party like we own that bar

I never thought i'd be a super star

Shout out to mid-majors, who forget what they major

Yo i ain't a king slayer, yeah i'm a star slayer,

But they sold jello in the paint

I'm a, p-i-m-p, like fiddy explained

When you see a star remember that i have a gun.

Nigga there is a difference between bitches and real women

Tonight no pitchers, everything's straight

F a m e, i learnt that in 2nd grade,

Just to let you know, you are

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

New racist, too vacant, mutations, natural selection

I`m a mania tic weapon, running away from this oppression

Runnin shit like a track star,

With the goons i spar