This is a song about "Upcoming stars"

Heard the sound of several gun shots

Everyone has heard of the stars

Watching for hollow-tip shots

Imma look at the stars,

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

Can't see his son shine like the four tops

Are all the disney stars corrupted

A cold beast, nigga i'm the shit

This blaze in my bars, needs a place in the stars

Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box

I keep my gaze glanced on stars

And mine somewhere bout mars

Stars become fiction, bars become prisms

Maybe i'm on lust well you deserve love

When he can stop the upcoming invasion

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done