This is a song about "Sun stars moon"

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

I leave em frettin more than rock stars

Shining like the golden sun

So now she picks up the gun

More props. r.i.p., my poor pops

Imma look at the stars,

Then the stars don't even matter

Just blink twice and i’m there where you are

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

Anything is possible after travelling to moon

You're the snow, i'm the sun

Mami... she open, she open

Smokin heavy like a chevy till i'm level with the moon

I remember a nigga demo just sit in a room