This is a song about "Red stars"

I leave em frettin more than rock stars

Trying to move foward, though it never stops

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

Trying to say goodbye to the glamorous chains and cars

And then i saw the red,

Cutting me this worthless check

Ya'll had your run, don't ruin ours

Imma look at the stars,

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

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

I have no diamond whites like all these mindless stars,

Cause my hoes in the x like they model for cars

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

I keep my gaze glanced on stars

Watching for hollow-tip shots