This is a song about "Mountains and the stars"

Then the stars don't even matter

Took the van, went snatch her

While our ancestors moved mountains, blazed, and split the seas,

If you see us in the club, we'll be actin' real nice

The pen, it hits the paper, move mountains, the ink, it drips,

My city's culture to the game now in existence

The things that i can see, so many flashing stars and lights

I'll paint you with my tongue and stay in those bikini lines

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

Whole lot of cobras with dope like soap bars

The things that i can see, so many flashing stars and lights

And when the sun up i'm like shit you look better in tights

Cdg shit match my kicks

On the highest of mountains

Dub a.l.e., such a son of a gun

This is the real deal 3 stars and the sun