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

I withstand the truth that is under me

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

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

And mine somewhere bout mars

Meet me at the battle field maybe we could solve em

Then dipping with the fucking pen to go sin again

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

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

You'll never meet (meat) me

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

Everyone has heard of the stars

Sb nike's, with the grey box

So meet me at the park.

And by the way i'mma start

All these little dreams you got, they're not shit

Are all the disney stars corrupted