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

I'm on my grind feeble, my music is either

Put bills under the mattress to turn me to a dreamer

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

I work well under pressure, catch me on the measure

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

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

And i'm still hurtin over pops

Imma look at the stars,

After our battle ill meet you out the front and you try and go me

I know when you're coming babymy tongue got you going crazy

Scii ain't aiming for the stars

You pull up in parking lots

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

I withstand the truth that is under me

And when you look up at night you'll see me in the stars

I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops