This is a song about "Paper stars"

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

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

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

A hell of motherfucking road blocks

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

I have no diamond whites like all these mindless stars,

Or something that you paid for

I'm gettin paper, yeah i get paper.

She pretty but she insecure as baby-mother scars

White rappers make it quicker if we talk like stars

You trap stars, i’m rhodes scholar

Yeah i'm gon' leave with her

Brandun deshay, hodgy beats, ace the creator

I'm gettin paper, yeah i get paper,

Like i'm only serving 20 rocks

My dream is to chill with all of the stars