This is a song about "Not a hook up"

And then i'll lay you down and record soft porn

(hook): every day a star is born

(hook) mess with the south homey thats a dream,hallucinating or imagining x2

Invent things like spaceships, diamond baguette bracelets and earn a few pay checks.

At this point even hook up with two

Now i gotta exit after you

Now i'm not blaming a single reason for her fucked up life

Navigating through her eyes, destination to her thighs

I hit a driveby on sandy hook while in the memory lane, but im not insane,

Wrapped in plastic the acid, erased all tracescriminal tactics the rap game

They say, trojans never break but it ain't that

And sit up front, i'm not asking it's a trap

I certainly would not be killing up to a million jews

Fuckin' up my prestige, till i live with the blues