This is a song about "Paper stars"

Y’all only in it for the cars

My dream is to chill with all of the stars

Tyler the creator invented some new shit

Are all the disney stars corrupted

I'm gettin paper, yeah i get paper.

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

Your seeing stars, spangled

I’m coming back like light-skin and

I'd shoot for the moon but i'm too busy gazing at stars

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

Go 'head and hate me hater

You never tasted paper

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

I'm an eskimo, nigga, i got cold bars

Get a little smart, want to change yo tops

Shoot for the moon, rocket-launch for stars/