This is a song about "Stars lifecycle"

Stars become fiction, bars become prisms

In your gold pot addin' extra sauce because

I like bitches in air maxes without socks

My dream is to chill with all of the stars

Heard the sound of several gun shots

I got more hats than the sky's got stars

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

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

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

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

When bret hart meet brett farve

From stars maybe even mars

My friend's father got shot, it was homicide, he would see stars,

Trying to say goodbye to the glamorous chains and cars

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

My driver's out of this world, you playing bumper cars