This is a song about "Death born ready galaxy"

Yo, big rob you ready?

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

Kid's aren't born racist but they are born ignorant

I take a sip of hennessy and then get pissy drunk

Every day, a star is born,

I got a liable larynx, my throat warm

Puffy got a mansion, bitch i got the same damn kind

Lord i'm ready, born again, hustle, 'till i found jesus christ,

And i'mma keep ya fresh

What you getting is death

Every day, a star is born,

Cause they fear me in physical form

The malady a galaxy of self-fulfilling prophecies

And lastly for everybody who doubted i can't live without you, please

October 16th, i was finally ready.

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see