This is a song about "Murder the shooting stars"

Don't nobody move when we walk tha streets

/ the only thing i murder beats,

Whole lot of cobras with dope like soap bars

My dream is to chill with all of the stars

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

I'm an eskimo, nigga, i got cold bars

We don't want you with skinny legs and the big ass ass shots

And baby we could carve our names into the stars

Shoot for the moon, rocket-launch for stars/

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

Like a condom that's scuffed up, i'm the wrong one to fuck with

Words shooting out the barrel faster than excalibur slashes

Then the stars don't even matter

See, i like the person that you are

Lucifer's shooting ya, crucified on crucifixes and the awful lot,

Insane, crazy, the only girl that can make time then make me stop