This is a song about "The fault in our stars"

I'll always see her face when i look to the stars

Trying to say goodbye to the glamorous chains and cars

I hated, some ritalin, some white socks

Sitting in the hay while i'm watching all the stars

And baby we could carve our names into the stars

Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

Not living in the stars with an angel in your bedding,

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

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

Rather than buy our songs, they busy cheering the stars

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

This blaze in my bars, needs a place in the stars

My dream is to chill with all of the stars

Trying to move foward, though it never stops