This is a song about "Stars and galaxy"

And truth be told, only shooting stars can break the mold

You're like the sun and winter, my pot of gold

Try to reach for stars with every bar and fuckin verse i yell

And she ain't gay, but the only thing she like is fucking chanel

Stars become fiction, bars become prisms

In kitchen, whippin' blow, it got the same damn crumbs

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

Ross and folarin, couple women

This is the real deal 3 stars and the sun

You pull up in parking lots

Scii ain't aiming for the stars

Pushing keys like them niggas that were banging on the keys

The malady a galaxy of self-fulfilling prophecies