This is a song about "Paper stars"

Stars interlock, faster then a shot

The pain don't stop, but my reign don't stop

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

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

I'm gettin paper, yeah i get paper.

And then along came the wrong man for her

Stars become fiction, bars become prisms

And i need you to show me love

Everyone has heard of the stars

Niggas is working forever my bars

I keep my gaze glanced on stars

Can't see his son shine like the four tops

And baby we could carve our names into the stars

That proud feeling we get knowin' that pussy is ours

Heard the sound of several gun shots

I leave em frettin more than rock stars