This is a song about "No stars in the ky"

Ya'll had your run, don't ruin ours

Scii ain't aiming for the stars

That's where i hound your wife, she see the 4 pounds of ice

It makes me write your name in the stars across the skies

Slangin' rocks with your glocks put this tape in your box

I have no diamond whites like all these mindless stars,

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

Get a little smart, want to change yo tops

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

They get mad when i lay up in the porsche box

It's a shameso much pressure on my brain

With my head in the stars, and just not in the game

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

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

The stars is in the building, they hands is to the ceiling

It sorta becomes a cycle like hoes bleeding