This is a song about "I wanna be a star"

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

I wanna be a bigger better beat buster

I'm a motherfucking star (star)

'bout to get my other car

I don't wanna be a jerk, im just in a bad mood,

That's all a nigga needs, i get through without food

Hostile with them hoes, i got a dollar in my pocket plus a dream

I wanna be featured in a magazine, this diesel, it be my gasoline,

Fine young man with an old man mind

And i don't wanna be defined,

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

And all that deep shit i was previously down for

I want you more than i ever wished for a shooting star/

Still knock them out the park like a fucking tow car

A star gleaming and its me, my victims screaming to be free

Now hire about street schemes, and getting blood money