This is a song about "Stars lifecycle"

Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box

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

Sometimes you can't fix shit by wishes on stars.

I'm an eskimo, nigga, i got cold bars

Everyone has heard of the stars

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

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

Shoot for the moon, rocket-launch for stars/

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

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

I have no diamond whites like all these mindless stars,

Imma look at the stars,

I be murdering bars

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

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks