This is a song about "Upcoming stars"

My dream is to chill with all of the stars

I'm an eskimo, nigga, i got cold bars

When he can stop the upcoming invasion

That's how this shit be goin when you go for number one

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

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

Can't see his son shine like the four tops

Everyone has heard of the stars

My driver's out of this world, you playing bumper cars

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

I leave em frettin more than rock stars

You pull up in parking lots

Stars interlock, faster then a shot

When i'm on it, on it like my job

You trap stars, i’m rhodes scholar

That don’t mean i’ma stunt her