This is a song about "A star exploding at the edge of the galaxy"

Into the star system

Tryna find the one

Me, the star, i shine at night, with a blinding light

Even my critics are saying a nigga name right

Make you holla out my name when a thug nigga ride, can i come inside

Hanging on the edge of a knife. all i wanted to do was to make it all right.

Flow retarded, i need to wipe the slob off of every bar

Trying to get out of the hood on the wish of a star

The malady a galaxy of self-fulfilling prophecies

But for now just roll it up and just become one with the breeze

It star-ted to feel #right, the l#east of my repelling

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

I'm livin' on the edge,

What time is it, huh? check my french