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

She should have invited her

You ll still be a prize winner

My anxiety"ll kill me in the long run/

Okay you dancing drinking on your last one

And i'm still hurtin over pops

Everyone has heard of the stars

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

Trying to say goodbye to the glamorous chains and cars

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

She pretty but she insecure as baby-mother scars

I'll always see her face when i look to the stars

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

If you wanna be the first to drive mini stars to parks

Make their feets get wet and funky up in they under arms

And mine somewhere bout mars

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