This is a song about "Stars in thier eyes"

Jordan 4 seated floorside sitting with mars

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

Oh, i could be dead and buried, and i’d still be above your level/

Wanting to stab a couple bully's in thier eyes with a number 2 pencil,

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

She pretty but she insecure as baby-mother scars

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

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

Cause i get it, no charge, and bbc for the low price

Staring in the mirror i wipe the tears from my eyes

Mine? type: nice. light come off the white ice

Money in my pocket, success is in my eyes,

Strolling around, sunlight in my eyes

She said to love a bitch is to roll the dice