This is a song about "Stars and angels"

And baby we could carve our names into the stars

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

Niggas talk murder, but they ain't gon ride

Demons weeping, as angels cry in the sunlight

This is the real deal 3 stars and the sun

So pun... it's no new shit and it ain't no fun

I grew up in new orleans, ball players and rhyme stars,

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

The things that i can see, so many flashing stars and lights

This the revenge of the dicks, that's nine cocks that cock nines

Tell the truth, i ain’t gon’ lie, i got so many rides

The things that i can see, so many flashing stars and lights

Scii ain't aiming for the stars

I like bitches in air maxes without socks