This is a song about "Stars lightning god"

Baby got that super bass

I bury lightning in your ass

You pull up in parking lots

Everyone has heard of the stars

Have amazing conversation while we flying, i ain't lying

Plus i'm stormin' on you chumps like i'm thunder and lightning

And the money that my momma spent on rent and clothes

Hit'em with frighening jolts of lightning bolts

I leave em frettin more than rock stars

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

Either that or they 4:4, some call them fantastic

Rippin this shit like lightning so quick

And mine somewhere bout mars

Shoot for the moon, rocket-launch for stars/

Scii ain't aiming for the stars

When bret hart meet brett farve