This is a song about "Fault in our stars"

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

They get mad when i lay up in the porsche box

The stars is in the building, they hands is to the ceiling

If not i'm hoping that this letter could convey how i'm feeling

It ain't no shame in our game we do our thing son

I don't give a fuck either like father, like son, i'm done

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

Working hard for our families till theirs nothing left in our lungs

Poison in our veins

For the occasion, paper planes

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

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

Slangin' rocks with your glocks put this tape in your box

It makes me write your name in the stars across the skies

And i refuse to camoflauge with other guys