This is a song about "Laying beneath the stars"

Beneath the mist, chillin in the hidden valley

Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see

Y'all always on that bs and ps i'm takin all things

Beneath the surface of your skin like surgeons

Beneath the surface of your skin like surgeons

So i guess that's where i hide my things

We don't want you with skinny legs and the big ass ass shots

And baby we could carve our names into the stars

A mansion with marble floors, and security codes

Forever submerged, viewing the paint, beneath boats

I still wonder while you little niggas still breathe

Which is the core for jealousy which lies beneath

This what it sound like if i sent my dad letters

We will disinergrate beneath the earth

Y’all only in it for the cars

Everyone has heard of the stars