This is a song about "Sit with the stars"

And i got a little big, keep it low key

Tryna find myself letting the stars show me

This blaze in my bars, needs a place in the stars

Cause my hoes in the x like they model for cars

Then the stars don't even matter

Got the perfect plan to help me get her

I sit and i write pickin' fights with the lights

They were niggas quite similar to pitching the lines

Sit on the porch with all my friends and kick dumb rhymes

Kill em all, fuck em all. hip-hop really is alive

Must be out your rabbit mind, i'm thuggin', rappin', same damn time

Reality of my life rise on the east with stars i align

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

Rather than buy our songs, they busy cheering the stars