This is a song about "Perfect stars"

I keep my gaze glanced on stars

Sb nike's, with the grey box

Then push the milk on a slow bend

Really they were perfect

Sometimes you can't fix shit by wishes on stars.

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

I'm a 417 with a bulletproof vest

I could tell you your perfect

I thought i recognized her

You trap stars, i’m rhodes scholar

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

I'll always see her face when i look to the stars

That's a t-rex in a v-neck for the rapture

Then the stars don't even matter

Your seeing stars, spangled

Spend the night with me, we'll talk and