This is a song about "Galaxy stars and space"

Ross and folarin, couple women

This is the real deal 3 stars and the sun

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

And truth be told, only shooting stars can break the mold

I see them faggots in space and i don't need a hubble

Feel like the only rapper that look at you with no trouble

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

She pretty but she insecure as baby-mother scars

Wet willy shit, pussy i need a minute

Face spliffs and get outta this world like a space ship

But like space and time i stretch wide indefinitely

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

And if the sky fall tonight, we all be alright

We’re not mindless stars with shining cars and diamonds white,

The things that i can see, so many flashing stars and lights

Tell the truth, i ain’t gon’ lie, i got so many rides