This is a song about "Red stars"

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

Even though in nola we either ball or give rhyme stars,

A hell of motherfucking road blocks

Everyone has heard of the stars

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

Trying to say goodbye to the glamorous chains and cars

She don’t give her nigga head

And then i saw the red,

Imma look at the stars,

More props. r.i.p., my poor pops

Stars become fiction, bars become prisms

I'm in new york now, like akeem and semmi was

Fat rhymes every time, bitch, roseanne bars

I got more hats than the sky's got stars

Scii ain't aiming for the stars

And when this beat drops, your heart stops