This is a song about "Laying beneath the stars"

Get a little smart, want to change yo tops

Everyone has heard of the stars

So while you worry about the hoes

I feel the coals burnin' scorchin' beneath my soles

Release the energy stored beneath

I'm everything that they call nice

So i guess that's where i hide my things

Beneath the surface of your skin like surgeons

You pull up in parking lots

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

Which is the core for jealousy which lies beneath

Nigga, i'm a bastard, i fuck with chord keys

When bret hart meet brett farve

Imma look at the stars,

Well, i’m flyin' over, literally, flyin' over cities

Sittin up in the trees, spittin "what?" to whatevers beneath