This is a song about "Galaxy"

My philosophy is rocks and weed, a partna lean, the glock will squeeze

The malady a galaxy of self-fulfilling prophecies

Defiant to this red giant, i'm not dying, flying out of this galaxy

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

Like food for thought was my father but i ain't have the hunger

Fill up a buster, my skill is bigger then a galaxy cluster.