This is a song about "Upcoming stars"

She pretty but she insecure as baby-mother scars

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

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

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

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

We don't want you with skinny legs and the big ass ass shots

Your seeing stars, spangled

Spend the night with me, we'll talk and

To all the sisters with ambition, i see your hustle

The motivation of upcoming rappers is minimal,

I have no diamond whites like all these mindless stars,

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

I like bitches in air maxes without socks

My dream is to chill with all of the stars

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

Sometimes you can't fix shit by wishes on stars.