This is a song about "Track stars"

And when this beat drops, your heart stops

I keep my gaze glanced on stars

You is not hip then i can not coach her

Then the stars don't even matter

Scrilla fan, oh boy and

Your seeing stars, spangled

Stars become fiction, bars become prisms

I'm in new york now, like akeem and semmi was

I'm gon do it proper

You trap stars, i’m rhodes scholar

Sb nike's, with the grey box

I leave em frettin more than rock stars

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

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

Get a little smart, want to change yo tops

Everyone has heard of the stars