This is a song about "Stars life cycles"

I like bitches in air maxes without socks

My dream is to chill with all of the stars

Reality of my life rise on the east with stars i align

But after bowling, i went home for some damn adventure time

Took the van, went snatch her

Then the stars don't even matter

Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars

And baby we could carve our names into the stars

Trying to move foward, though it never stops

I'll always see her face when i look to the stars

White rappers make it quicker if we talk like stars

Slangin' rocks with your glocks put this tape in your box

Killing these niggas off quick

Are all the disney stars corrupted

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

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