This is a song about "Movies under the stars"

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

I suggest you do it, and aim for the stars

Becoming someone you don't recognize

As you rise the stars begin to fall from the skies

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

Cause my hoes in the x like they model for cars

Then the stars don't even matter

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

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

And baby we could carve our names into the stars

Father fuckin her, older man fuckin her sis

I changed the stars on the flag into crosses

I popped him in his knees and shot him, punk.. please..cause cops should mind they business, when we rush

Fuck all the movies about love they can shove it up a glove or down a somebody's dove

We're the tip-top of hip-hop, breed rhyme stars,

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