This is a song about "Inspiring four star"

But not with a four four, but with more of a score

And they sore on hatin' reality that i ignore

I know i've came so far

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

Sience say i'm already a star

My pen sparks the benchmark i fench off tar

So i can fucking roll up to some four star eatery

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

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

Then i blow, i’ma close out the par

Dropping a honda four twenty on four twenty,

My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee

Ay yo you wonder who i are

And could i be a star

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

Just to let you know, you are