This is a song about "Stars tonight"

There's no dancing for you tonight.

I know your man ain't lovin you right

And mine somewhere bout mars

Scii ain't aiming for the stars

And when this beat drops, your heart stops

I keep my gaze glanced on stars

You trap stars, i’m rhodes scholar

Huh, i can't interpret her

See i can put down the pipe

Yea i just killed it tonight!

Imma look at the stars,

Sb nike's, with the grey box

Fat rhymes every time, bitch, roseanne bars

I leave em frettin more than rock stars

Murder for murder, the beef recycled is light

Bustin the mic i just killed it tonight