This is a song about "The stars"

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

I'd shoot for the moon but i'm too busy gazing at stars

As you rise the stars begin to fall from the skies

She don't suck nothing, buzzen, but she lick it nice

Of the future stars and distinguish the difference between the

Hell yeahwould you kill for me nigga?on my grandmother, nigga

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

Unlimited is given if you reach beyond the stars

I suggest you do it, and aim for the stars

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

The stars is in the building, they hands is to the ceiling

Now she attentive, i bet she listen to everything

But i'm sorry for the damage i have done

This is the real deal 3 stars and the sun

We're the tip-top of hip-hop, breed rhyme stars,

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box