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

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

Weekend trippin to wherever, only heaven is far

Shoot your tires out and watch your car roll over.

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

And could i be a star

She prayed on me passing that bar

Ya see all we got is tonight and i ain't tryna see that far

And so be it, if i have to, then i'll make myself a lone star,

That it snaps fast and the backlash will crack backs

Dope sneakers and dope speakers for fly cats

And a car with no backseat and some leg room

Just regret the fact that i left too soon

At least i have my own house and a car!

Infatuated with becoming a relevant star

She od's on louboutin, she work at that nudie bar

I took your girl and sister, had a threesome in my new car