This is a song about "Sky full of stars"

I'm full of sin and shame

Searching for fortune and fame

Full of myself, but still hungry

I just want somebody i can see

Of the future stars and distinguish the difference between the

You're in the presence of a player, i'd rather be ya nigga

I can out-preach a deacon once the words get to speaking

These are just some of the things that keep the stars beaming

Everything is just full of shit.

Shop at saks fifth like it's a target

Smoke until i ain't got no lungs

Boot full of the ounces

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

Full of futile exercises, for a future full of bars