This is a song about "Stars and music"

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

And when you look up at night you'll see me in the stars

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

Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold

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

But like a porn star i'm best when to swallow

She pretty but she insecure as baby-mother scars

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

And even if i do i know my momma gon be well

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

While half my mental belongs in a cage

My music feeds on sadness and rage,

This is the real deal 3 stars and the sun

You just working with the scraps you was given

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

And american music shows.