This is a song about "Stars become fiction"

Seemingly transition visions to fact out of fiction.

I roll with skaters and musicians with an intuition

Stars interlock, faster then a shot

As long as we're cooperating with god

The outskirts distribute my vision contributing to the burns i position

Selfish absurd dimwitted unlit nitwit twisted twig stick end fiction

Their buddy who has the best shit burned ip the fiction

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Then the stars don't even matter

I thought i recognized her

I'm living a fairytale except this one isn't fiction

Kevin durant you're an ant like my mother kin

They don't see my vision, grown man mission

Ray bradbury,but that wasn't fiction

And mine somewhere bout mars

Imma look at the stars,