Wesley's Theory
Kendrick Lamar Lyrics

Every nigga is a star, ay, every nigga is a star
Every human being is special and has unique qualities that make them stand out.

Who will deny that you and I and Every nigga is a star?
No one can deny that every individual is special and valuable regardless of their race or social status.

When the four corners of this cocoon collide You'll slip through the cracks hopin' that you'll survive Gather your weight, take a deep look inside Are you really who they idolize? To pimp a butterfly
When one's identity and beliefs are challenged, they need to reflect on who they are and what they stand for, and not blindly conform to society's expectations.

At first, I did love you But now I just wanna fuck Late nights thinkin' of you Until I get my nut Tossed and turned, lesson learned You was my first girlfriend Bridges burned, all across the board Destroyed, but what for?
The artist reflects on a failed romantic relationship, realizing that it was based purely on physical attraction and that he has caused harm.

When I get signed, homie, I'ma act a fool Hit the dance floor, strobe lights in the room Snatch your little secretary bitch for the homies Blue-eyed devil with a fat-ass monkey I'ma buy a brand new Caddy on vogues Trunk the hood up, two times, deuce-four Platinum on everythin', platinum on weddin' ring Married to the game and a bad bitch chose When I get signed, homie, I'ma buy a strap Straight from the CIA, set it on my lap Take a few M-16s to the hood Pass 'em all out on the block, what's good? I'ma put the Compton swap meet by the White House Republican run up, get socked out Hit the prez with a Cuban link on my neck Uneducated, but I got a million-dollar check like that
The artist fantasizes about what he would do if he could achieve fame and fortune, reflecting on the negative aspects of capitalism and the corruption of political power.

We should never gave, we should never gave Niggas money, go back home Money, go back home
The artist criticizes the idea of giving money to certain individuals or communities without considering the long-term impacts and suggesting that the marginalized should not solely rely on financial assistance.

Yo, what's up? It's Dre Remember the first time you came out to the house? You said you wanted a spot like mine But remember, anybody can get it The hard part is keepin' it, motherfucker
A phone call from Dr. Dre to the artist, reminding him of the struggles that come with achieving and maintaining success in a cutthroat industry.

What you want you? A house or a car? Forty acres and a mule, a piano, a guitar? Anythin', see, my name is Uncle Sam, I'm your dog Motherfucker, you can live at the mall I know your kind (that's why I'm kind) Don't have receipts (oh, man, that's fine) Pay me later, wear those gators Cliché? Then say, "Fuck your haters" I can see the baller in you I can see the dollar in you Little white lies, but it's no white-collar in you But it's whatever though because I'm still followin' you Because you make me live forever, baby, count it all together, baby Then hit the register and make me feel better, baby Your horoscope is a Gemini, two sides So you better cop everything two times Two coupes, two chains, two C-notes Too much ain't enough, both we know Christmas, tell 'em what's on your wish list Get it all, you deserve it, Kendrick And when you hit the White House, do you But remember, you ain't pass economics in school And everything you buy, taxes will deny I'll Wesley Snipe your ass before thirty-five
The artist criticizes American consumerism and materialism, highlighting that the government and corporations use/promote these ideas to control and manipulate citizens. He also emphasizes that despite the struggles and temptation of materialism, one should stay true to oneself and not forget where they come from.

Yeah, lookin' down, it's quite a drop (it's quite a drop, drop, drop) Lookin' good when you're on top (when you're on top, you got it) You got a medal for us Leavin' metaphors metaphysically in a state of euphoria Look both ways before you cross my mind
The artist highlights the fleeting nature of success and how it can lead to a dangerous fall from grace, while still acknowledging how success can inspire and captivate others. He also showcases his lyrical prowess.

We should never gave, we should never gave Niggas money, go back home Money, go back home We should never gave, we should never gave Niggas money, go back home (tax man comin', tax man comin') Money, go back home (tax man comin', tax man comin!)
The song ends with a repetition of the chorus, emphasizing the idea that financial assistance is not a long-term solution to problems, while still acknowledging the ingrained societal issues that lead to such reliance on aid.