This is a song about "Star city thuggin"

Ain't nobody checking for your garbage

Rack, rack, city bitch, city bitch

The engine in back of my car

I wanna be a star

Luck on my brim supreme keeps me warm

Every day, a star is born,

Flyer than the rest of ‘em, i hold the beat to reinforce

Know that im thuggin these bitches all on my balls

Into the star system

Something wicked this way come

Imma be a fucking star

6 o's pay for my car

// [you're a... rock star]

Slumdog far apart any sub par

I grew up in nola city,

You a lady boss, now you fly free