This is a song about "Stars and angels"

Watching for hollow-tip shots

Scii ain't aiming for the stars

We see stars and jack whips, police cars are like beasts though,

You going to the club though, you soaking in sorrow

More props. r.i.p., my poor pops

Imma look at the stars,

Yeah got to the club early just to get in free

Angels fight with devils and here's what they want from me

Of the vhs especially during sex baby

Angels fight with devils and here's what they want from me

Slip capsules in a glass, she dizzy rascal

The angels are baffled how well i entangle,

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

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

Of the future stars and distinguish the difference between the

Pass the henn and that ice, i'm on a track with 'pac nigga