This is a song about "Star stuff"

He's the one doing his stuff

I wouldn't be famous

You're in a seminar

Young money, d-town's all star

Your music in the car

Imma be a fucking star

Outgrown clothing need to purchase summery stuff

Let's roll a j and pretend we in love

Have to leave without your stuff

I've got muslims calling on jesus

Wood chain with a jesus

Nigga i'm on that hood stuff

You get close but no cigar

I'm a motherfucking star (star)

She need now, she ain't never needed love

No more showering you with stuff,