This is a song about "Layin watchin stars"

Layin here just flickin my bic

With two chicks, sadistic

Then the stars don't even matter

I pipe in and one night her

Your seeing stars, spangled

Trying hard to speak and

See, it's something about commitment though

I keep a level head, gettin high layin low

So i'm layin' this verses, doin' this rhymes

Niggas couldn’t tell if i was dead or alive

I keep a level head, gettin high layin low

And all this snow, i call it infant sorrow

Like me, when i'm shooting for the stars/

I'm an eskimo, nigga, i got cold bars