This is a song about "Losing the stars"

Cause my hoes in the x like they model for cars

We're the tip-top of hip-hop, breed rhyme stars,

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win

I'm battling these demons at the moment i am losing

Forearm with my gang name, that's an old carve

I suggest you do it, and aim for the stars

I ain't fucking with kfc but i may eat up the box

I'd shoot for the moon but i'm too busy gazing at stars

Rather than buy our songs, they busy cheering the stars

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

Unlimited is given if you reach beyond the stars

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

Sitting in the hay while i'm watching all the stars

Believe me i'mma be your god

"the king losing? its time to squat"