This is a song about "Red stars"

My dream is to chill with all of the stars

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

Like i'm only serving 20 rocks

Imma look at the stars,

Stars become fiction, bars become prisms

In kitchen, whippin' blow, it got the same damn crumbs

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

She pretty but she insecure as baby-mother scars

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

And baby we could carve our names into the stars

Are all the disney stars corrupted

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

When i'm blown i can work proper

You trap stars, i’m rhodes scholar

Like me, when i'm shooting for the stars/

Y’all only in it for the cars