This is a song about "Made out of star"

Keep coming up with funky ass stuff like every single day

A dimming example of a star that never shot your way,

I swear, i kinda feel like she's slightly bizarre

By birth of baby jesus underneath the eastern star

We made fun out of our jazz talks

So i went down south but i ended up north

Yeah, we get this cabbage

My wand is made of knowledge

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

Most people made of blood and organs but i'm made of drugs

Shade doesn’t matter, heart makes the lover

Innovative and i'm made of rubber

Most people made of blood and organs but i'm made of drugs

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks