This is a song about "Stars"

Trying to say goodbye to the glamorous chains and cars

I have no diamond whites like all these mindless stars,

Niggas is working forever my bars

My dream is to chill with all of the stars

I grew up in new orleans, ball players and rhyme stars,

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

Stars interlock, faster then a shot

Would they mind? umm, well, of course not

And baby we could carve our names into the stars

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops

Heard the sound of several gun shots

We're the tip-top of hip-hop, breed rhyme stars,

Your seeing stars, spangled

I’m coming back like light-skin and

The big bad wolf to me you're just a minor fox

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