This is a song about "Counting stars"

So i sit counting syllables counting syllables

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

Like i'm only serving 20 rocks

Imma look at the stars,

From stars maybe even mars

Heard the sound of several gun shots

And baby we could carve our names into the stars

That proud feeling we get knowin' that pussy is ours

Your seeing stars, spangled

I’m coming back like light-skin and

Championships, three and stop counting / another banner is what your counting

Known to damage and highly flammable like gas stationssorry i left that ass waiting

My time is spent mostly counting green

They said seven tracks, i said fifteen