This is a song about "Want to be a star fuck a girl on poster"

Little girl magic, truth be told, a star in the fold

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

Ay yo you wonder who i are

I wanna be a star

Cause people want a girl,

And he, what's his name, earl

We got joey bada$$ and man, he'll soon be a star,

We can count the stars on the hood in your father's car

But five years from now i bet she see

My neighbors love me! your girl want to fuck me?!

Pocket racked up all big faces

I want a girl to love

I want you more than i ever wished for a shooting star/

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

The engine in back of my car

Fuck cops, i'm a fucking rock star