This is a song about "Red stars"

Snappin' necks since '05, ain't gotta prove shit

Are all the disney stars corrupted

And mine somewhere bout mars

Everyone has heard of the stars

Just to let you know, you are

You trap stars, i’m rhodes scholar

Stars become fiction, bars become prisms

And finally, everyone got their own problems

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

From stars maybe even mars

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

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

Scii ain't aiming for the stars

Who fly? i'm a red eye with eye drops

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

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