This is a song about "No stars in the ky"

I grew up in new orleans, ball players and rhyme stars,

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

Heard the sound of several gun shots

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

I'd shoot for the moon but i'm too busy gazing at stars

That proud feeling we get knowin' that pussy is ours

Sitting in the hay while i'm watching all the stars

We don't want you with skinny legs and the big ass ass shots

With my head in the stars, and just not in the game

Thoughts, cause you're an outsider tryna get in brain

I got more hats than the sky's got stars

They get mad when i lay up in the porsche box

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

I'll always see her face when i look to the stars

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

Rather than buy our songs, they busy cheering the stars