This is a song about "Track stars"

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

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

Wonder if they take it all back

Fucking beasts on every track...

And i'm still hurtin over pops

I keep my gaze glanced on stars

You trap stars, i’m rhodes scholar

She should have invited her

And when this beat drops, your heart stops

Scii ain't aiming for the stars

Imma look at the stars,

Sb nike's, with the grey box

And baby we could carve our names into the stars

Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars

Ha my mojo back

Like a racer in the track