This is a song about "We be the stars"

Everyone has heard of the stars

You pull up in parking lots

Watching for hollow-tip shots

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

Shoot for the moon, rocket-launch for stars/

A hell of motherfucking road blocks

Yeahehehehe nigga, we be the ballin player-ass nigga

Of the future stars and distinguish the difference between the

Heard the sound of several gun shots

We're the tip-top of hip-hop, breed rhyme stars,

Even though in nola we either ball or give rhyme stars,

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

That proud feeling we get knowin' that pussy is ours

Rather than buy our songs, they busy cheering the stars

She pretty but she insecure as baby-mother scars

Even though in nola we either ball or give rhyme stars,