This is a song about "Stars are"

I keep my gaze glanced on stars

And when this beat drops, your heart stops

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

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

My friend's father got shot, it was homicide, he would see stars,

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

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

Forearm with my gang name, that's an old carve

Your seeing stars, spangled

Enforce, i'm elegant and

And i'm still hurtin over pops

I leave em frettin more than rock stars

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

I'd shoot for the moon but i'm too busy gazing at stars

I carry more wisdom, then their are stars in each solar system.

Whole team in dem new drops; nigga you should go && go cop one