This is a song about "Paper stars"

I was alerting her just to reinsert in her

I'm gettin paper, yeah i get paper.

And finally, everyone got their own problems

Stars become fiction, bars become prisms

Stars interlock, faster then a shot

Drip drop, the angels made a pit stop

Your seeing stars, spangled

If you ever feel alone and

A hell of motherfucking road blocks

Everyone has heard of the stars

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots

White rappers make it quicker if we talk like stars

And baby we could carve our names into the stars

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops

We don't want you with skinny legs and the big ass ass shots

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