This is a song about "Rock stars"

Don’t let me talk about the deal ones

Stars become fiction, bars become prisms

She pretty but she insecure as baby-mother scars

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

When bret hart meet brett farve

Scii ain't aiming for the stars

Im spittin like the rock

Only real niggas stay on top

See i let my nigga split that

Are all the disney stars corrupted

I leave em frettin more than rock stars

Sb nike's, with the grey box

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

Whole lot of cobras with dope like soap bars

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

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