This is a song about "Netball stars"

The big bad wolf to me you're just a minor fox

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

Watching for hollow-tip shots

From stars maybe even mars

Fat rhymes every time, bitch, roseanne bars

Shoot for the moon, rocket-launch for stars/

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

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

Y’all only in it for the cars

Everyone has heard of the stars

My records sell, yes sir

You trap stars, i’m rhodes scholar

My dream is to chill with all of the stars

Whole lot of cobras with dope like soap bars

Platinum and gold, you gots to love that

Are all the disney stars corrupted