This is a song about "Number the stars the book"

Every possible plausible excuse in the book.

I moved you up to hills, out the ills of the ghetto hood

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

Everyone has heard of the stars

Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks

I suggest you do it, and aim for the stars

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

Bitch got all them booty shots

But that's a lie, so give this thug a tryi'd rather be ya nigga

Of the future stars and distinguish the difference between the

The giant number who miss you

It's jungle when the niggas in zoo

Bitches asses looking like dalmatians and shit

Are all the disney stars corrupted

Scii ain't aiming for the stars

I like bitches in air maxes without socks