This is a song about "Stars tonight"

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

Like me, when i'm shooting for the stars/

I heard that statistic i almost cried

There's no dancing for you tonight.

But i gotta make sure i’m right

I don't want to think of it tonight.

Gq told me i'm not the talkative type

And just an advice quit tonight,

Y’all only in it for the cars

Everyone has heard of the stars

Say a grown man can separate lust from love

Stars become fiction, bars become prisms

And mine somewhere bout mars

I keep my gaze glanced on stars

There's a breathless hush in the close tonight

And i'm indecisive when the things are light