This is a song about "Rap stars"

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

Sitting in the hay while i'm watching all the stars

Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box

I'll always see her face when i look to the stars

I hated, some ritalin, some white socks

My dream is to chill with all of the stars

I gaze at stars, puffing on cigars, i'm the rap tsar

We be in the party like we own that bar

Fast lives inside shiny cars, buyin' bars out when we stars,

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

I leave em frettin more than rock stars

Fat rhymes every time, bitch, roseanne bars

Shoot for the moon, rocket-launch for stars/

Yeah, tell me about the love of ours

Like i'm only serving 20 rocks

We're the tip-top of hip-hop, breed rhyme stars,