This is a song about "Stars"

Ya'll had your run, don't ruin ours

I keep my gaze glanced on stars

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

I ain't fucking with kfc but i may eat up the box

Imma look at the stars,

More props. r.i.p., my poor pops

I leave em frettin more than rock stars

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

Stars interlock, faster then a shot

You know who him, slim, before mims i been hot

Sitting in the hay while i'm watching all the stars

Trying to say goodbye to the glamorous chains and cars

I don't know.. what you're lookin' for

You trap stars, i’m rhodes scholar

My dream is to chill with all of the stars

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops