This is a song about "Stars and music"

With that block that you chop and the rocks as usual

So i fuckin' listen to music and doodle

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

Its way different ma you see em passin' out bars

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang presents

Music and writing were my only friends

They wince at pop music and stop stupid

A cold beast, nigga i'm the shit

I looked up to the stars past mars and thought what an atrocity..

That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money

And baby we could carve our names into the stars

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

I put a condom on my heart, i don't be feeling shit

Found a peaceful home with my poetry and music

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

I'll paint you with my tongue and stay in those bikini lines