This is a song about "Lost stars"

When bret hart meet brett farve

Everyone has heard of the stars

And there's little to be glad for

Then the stars don't even matter

I be murdering bars

Imma look at the stars,

You pull up in parking lots

I keep my gaze glanced on stars

She pretty but she insecure as baby-mother scars

Even though in nola we either ball or give rhyme stars,

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

My friend's father got shot, it was homicide, he would see stars,

Sometimes you can't fix shit by wishes on stars.

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

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

Who fly? i'm a red eye with eye drops