This is a song about "Star bunks and car backs"

Yeah, um, as you can probably tell from listening to this record

Traveling from star-port to star-port i get on board, and escape the horde.

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

Being born and brought up with scars may be no way to be a star

So here i got trying to take you with me and be a star

We can count the stars on the hood in your father's car

A star gleaming and its me, my victims screaming to be free

Get a bottle of ciroc and take a chopper to the party

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

Unlighted night, and you're the only star i see glowing/

And the money that my momma spent on rent and clothes

Good luck on your mission and guard your backs folks

Now momma told me be careful who you love

And ride with a star, yeah i told her that im famous

But since mark put a nigga on that lily track

To their backs and attract the black on black