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

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

Ll me but i'm still me, now you know the real me.

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

Get a little smart, want to change yo tops

Unlimited is given if you reach beyond the stars

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

White rappers make it quicker if we talk like stars

Whole lot of cobras with dope like soap bars

She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed

And truth be told, only shooting stars can break the mold

Shoot for the moon, rocket-launch for stars/

Forearm with my gang name, that's an old carve

My dream is to chill with all of the stars

I hated, some ritalin, some white socks

Yeah, tell me about the love of ours

Everyone has heard of the stars