This is a song about "Stars above"

Stars become fiction, bars become prisms

I never gave a fuck and that's what they love

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

I'm an eskimo, nigga, i got cold bars

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love

I keep forgetting karma's circling above,

And i'm still hurtin over pops

Scii ain't aiming for the stars

And when this beat drops, your heart stops

Like me, when i'm shooting for the stars/

I leave em frettin more than rock stars

I like bitches in air maxes without socks

I rush to tend her, talked as i touch her

Then the stars don't even matter

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

We writing about love for our nigga above