This is a song about "Stars life cycles"

Cycles," "you're no michael jackson, i'm having

From los angee area anytime i'm fucking landing

Imma look at the stars,

Cause of death? bars

You is not hip then i can not coach her

Then the stars don't even matter

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

I got more hats than the sky's got stars

Beetle the skin on my female that's word to cee-lo she fine

Reality of my life rise on the east with stars i align

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

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

I'd shoot for the moon but i'm too busy gazing at stars

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

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

Shoot for the moon, rocket-launch for stars/