This is a song about "Meet me under the stars"

Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks

I'll always see her face when i look to the stars

Everyone has heard of the stars

Jordan 4 seated floorside sitting with mars

So meet me at the park.

See, and now life seem hard

Put bills under the mattress to turn me to a dreamer

If its not couture, i will not go to her

Shoot for the moon, rocket-launch for stars/

And when this beat drops, your heart stops

Then the stars don't even matter

Or something that you paid for

My dream is to chill with all of the stars

Fat rhymes every time, bitch, roseanne bars

Meet me at the battle field maybe we could solve em

Tell em their ambitions then we need some more of them