This is a song about "Track stars"

Snapple fact: you rather wack

Just wait til the next track

You trap stars, i’m rhodes scholar

The game's a bitch, ooh we got her

And bijies like im out and

Your seeing stars, spangled

Yeah, tell me about the love of ours

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

Watching for hollow-tip shots

I keep my gaze glanced on stars

I have no diamond whites like all these mindless stars,

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

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

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

From stars maybe even mars

Y’all niggas ain’t no stars