This is a song about "I m not a star"

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

I don’t care where ya are

So here i got trying to take you with me and be a star

Flow retarded, i need to wipe the slob off of every bar

I be way out in cali, got hoes of all types

Im eating m&ms tonight cause i got a sweet tooth that bites

Without her making attempts to garner all of my attention

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

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

6 o's pay for my car

Laugh at the money that's stuck in the chandelier

I m not making u feel that u r my dear...

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

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

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

But, shorty i'm far from a saint