This is a song about "The stars"

She pretty but she insecure as baby-mother scars

And baby we could carve our names into the stars

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

I suggest you do it, and aim for the stars

I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops

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

Good love then i can do that for her

Then the stars don't even matter

Everyone has heard of the stars

I be murdering bars

Y’all only in it for the cars

I got more hats than the sky's got stars

Like me, when i'm shooting for the stars/

Who fly? i'm a red eye with eye drops

Rather than buy our songs, they busy cheering the stars

That proud feeling we get knowin' that pussy is ours