This is a song about "Lights are stars"

My rhymes are brake lights on #late #nights, jimmy fallon,

But i don't trust anybody, yeah no one

Aye, lifes a bitch, and i'm cuffing mines

Ugh, the understudy for the top lights,

Watching for hollow-tip shots

Everyone has heard of the stars

For being jealous of a brother when he rides

Im stuck being blinded by the shining lights

The lights are flashing at you straight in the face

Goin’ for the grips every day ’til the grave

We see stars and jack whips, police cars are like beasts though,

It’s so hard and its so an this marvelous flow

Whole lot of cobras with dope like soap bars

Like me, when i'm shooting for the stars/

These are just some of the things that keep the stars beaming

Any young nigga with visions when he's sleeping