This is a song about "Stars and galaxy"

You trap stars, i’m rhodes scholar

Ay yo you wonder who i are

Then the stars don't even matter

Fast forward spillin' drinks on her fur

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

And truth be told, only shooting stars can break the mold

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

I aimed for the stars but i missed and went beyond them by a couple of inches/

A chart scores as high stars and mars

And i'm still hurtin over pops

We’re not mindless stars with shining cars and diamonds white,

I done seen a nigga rise, watch you niggas dick ride

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

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots

And baby we could carve our names into the stars

I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops