This is a song about "We ll be the stars"

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

The big bad wolf to me you're just a minor fox

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops

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

Imma look at the stars,

Ya'll had your run, don't ruin ours

We see stars and jack whips, police cars are like beasts though,

Ironically it subs like a hero

Bow our heads, say our grace, make it out the hood was amazing grace

It's a sign of the massive climb we face, aiming for the stars their minds are brave

You ll still be a prize winner

Or something that you paid for

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

Cause my hoes in the x like they model for cars

And baby we could carve our names into the stars

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars