This is a song about "Stars are"

Get a little smart, want to change yo tops

Everyone has heard of the stars

From stars maybe even mars

I be murdering bars

My dream is to chill with all of the stars

Fat rhymes every time, bitch, roseanne bars

Imma look at the stars,

Sb nike's, with the grey box

I'm an eskimo, nigga, i got cold bars

And baby we could carve our names into the stars

Stars become fiction, bars become prisms

Here i go again, searching for love

I'll touch slap her, dap her, plus clap her

You trap stars, i’m rhodes scholar

You get your girl for something tight tomorrow

We see stars and jack whips, police cars are like beasts though,