Yh ive been counting stars prolly finna drive to mars in my new sport car imma smoke on a cigar throwing bullets to the opps houses like im lamar jackson whooping babies like joeseph Jackson no bitch i aint giving u money stop askin im in the bahamas relaxin hoes to wet gimme a napkin yh its bash and im back imma catch the opps lackin yh idk why the opps bragging yh ive been counting stars wondering how we can be behind bars yh lookin at my body seeing so many scars been going to the bars drinking too much thinking of pickin up a guitar yh praying i dont get put behind metal parallel bars grab my bike slater get my girl and put her on my handle bars Yh wearing synthetic wigs made of anwars dreadlocks yh im bash and i am one of the superstars