This is a song about "Paper stars"

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

Stars become fiction, bars become prisms

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

My friend's father got shot, it was homicide, he would see stars,

Just blink twice and i’m there where you are

You never tasted paper

Forearm with my gang name, that's an old carve

I have no diamond whites like all these mindless stars,

Jordan 4 seated floorside sitting with mars

Everyone has heard of the stars

I keep my gaze glanced on stars

When bret hart meet brett farve

From stars maybe even mars

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

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

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