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

With my head in the stars, and just not in the game

Tryna get a nigga with a all-star name

Well, tyler, hi, i'm dr. tc, and um, i'm guessing

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

And baby we could carve our names into the stars

Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box

For this, i thank the lord

Just know one thing... aint our fault

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

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

It was my fault in the end,so don't take any guilt

Of felons, killers and monsters, so revealing and honest

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

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots

Even though in nola we either ball or give rhyme stars,