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

Niggas is working forever my bars

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

And baby we could carve our names into the stars

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

I suggest you do it, and aim for the stars

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

But whatever it is baby hope you pledge to your dreams, forever my queen

So i sit here in my room unsigned, waiting for the stars to align on my dream,

Not living in the stars with an angel in your bedding,

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring

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

I ain't fucking with kfc but i may eat up the box

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

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

Rather than buy our songs, they busy cheering the stars

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