This is a song about "Stars in the heava"

Everyone has heard of the stars

Watching for hollow-tip shots

So i sit here in my room unsigned, waiting for the stars to align on my dream,

But whatever it is baby hope you pledge to your dreams, forever my queen

This blaze in my bars, needs a place in the stars

Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks

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

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

Trying to say goodbye to the glamorous chains and cars

Unlimited is given if you reach beyond the stars

My dream is to chill with all of the stars

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

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

Even though in nola we either ball or give rhyme stars,

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

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