This is a song about "Moon and stars"

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

Shoot for the moon, rocket-launch for stars/

Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box

I grew up in new orleans, ball players and rhyme stars,

You think that we was learnin' from other rappers' mistakes

The stars and the moon phase told me "no, 'cause when doom takes..."

We see stars and jack whips, police cars are like beasts though,

Just the model, a dozen hollows is tough to swallow

This is the real deal 3 stars and the sun

Ross and folarin, couple women

Now you stuck up in my mothafucking basement all bloody

I looked up to the stars past mars and thought what an atrocity..

To the moon, and not owe anyone, boy, cuz boy, thats just what the fuck i do.

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true