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

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

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably

Sitting in the hay while i'm watching all the stars

They get mad when i lay up in the porsche box

Everyone has heard of the stars

I like bitches in air maxes without socks

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

Every problem you ever had with another man i gotta face

Slangin' rocks with your glocks put this tape in your box

I'd shoot for the moon but i'm too busy gazing at stars

And when this beat drops, your heart stops

Imma look at the stars,

And baby we could carve our names into the stars

Fat rhymes every time, bitch, roseanne bars

Shoot for the moon, rocket-launch for stars/

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