This is a song about "Number the stars the book"

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

My dream is to chill with all of the stars

I got a fetish for fresh, i'm a clean crook

Because nobody told them the world isnt in a book

Of the book of your life

I need a backyard full court size

You be on that stalker shit

Are all the disney stars corrupted

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

She pretty but she insecure as baby-mother scars

I'm the book, the king of receiving prizes.

Black women hold it down shawty, it's all love

Imma look at the stars,

And i'm still hurtin over pops