This is a song about "Paper stars"

Whole lot of cobras with dope like soap bars

I got more hats than the sky's got stars

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

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

Its way different ma you see em passin' out bars

White rappers make it quicker if we talk like stars

I'm gettin paper, yeah i get paper,

I was alerting her just to reinsert in her

Scii ain't aiming for the stars

Heard the sound of several gun shots

And baby we could carve our names into the stars

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

Who fly? i'm a red eye with eye drops

Sometimes you can't fix shit by wishes on stars.

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops

Shoot for the moon, rocket-launch for stars/