This is a song about "Sun stars moon"

Everyone has heard of the stars

Watching for hollow-tip shots

You're the snow, i'm the sun

And you can tell everyone

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

And i'm still hurtin over pops

Leaving you laying there like your gazin at the moon

Made some moves, now i'm known to spit december in june

Mami... she open, she open

This is the real deal 3 stars and the sun

I like bitches in air maxes without socks

I keep my gaze glanced on stars

And take him to a place that i'm sure we all can blow up, boom

Every afternoon after school crank the tunes and wait for the moon