This is a song about "Fault in our stars"

Take a puff from the blunt and watch the smoke swirlmy mossberg goes boom, what's another plug

Is it my fault that in every bar you can find passion?fuck stuck amok? damn dawg you suck

So i sit here in my room unsigned, waiting for the stars to align on my dream,

But whatever it is baby hope you pledge to your dreams, forever my queen

Watching for hollow-tip shots

Imma look at the stars,

And even though we seperated, you said that you'd wait

Violence in our minds through our spines makes us levitate,

I ain't fucking with kfc but i may eat up the box

Sitting in the hay while i'm watching all the stars

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

Not living in the stars with an angel in your bedding,

Its way different ma you see em passin' out bars

I grew up in new orleans, ball players and rhyme stars,

If i ain't get em yet, believe their name is on the short list

It was my fault in the end,so don't take any guilt