This is a song about "Stars"

A hell of motherfucking road blocks

Scii ain't aiming for the stars

Stars become fiction, bars become prisms

Together all the timethought it was true love

My dream is to chill with all of the stars

Y’all only in it for the cars

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

Trying to say goodbye to the glamorous chains and cars

Life is a bitch so a g can't sweat her

Then the stars don't even matter

She pretty but she insecure as baby-mother scars

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

Your seeing stars, spangled

If you ever feel alone and

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

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