This is a song about "Stars"

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

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

Fast lives inside shiny cars, buyin' bars out when we stars,

The big bad wolf to me you're just a minor fox

I have no diamond whites like all these mindless stars,

Get a little smart, want to change yo tops

I hated, some ritalin, some white socks

I got more hats than the sky's got stars

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

White rappers make it quicker if we talk like stars

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

My dream is to chill with all of the stars

Your seeing stars, spangled

Trying hard to speak and

When bret hart meet brett farve

Everyone has heard of the stars