This is a song about "Stars in thier eyes"

Outside of popeyes eating chicken and fries

Looking in my eyes, i'm looking through your eyes

Strolling around, sunlight in my eyes

She don't really care about anyone advice

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

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

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

The big bad wolf to me you're just a minor fox

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

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

Is that a tear in your eyes

Chromed-out mansion in paradise

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

If you see us in the club, we'll be actin' real nice

Money in my pocket, success is in my eyes,