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

My dream is to chill with all of the stars

Niggas is working forever my bars

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

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

Married to this rap shit, tell em' throw the rice

It makes me write your name in the stars across the skies

She pretty but she insecure as baby-mother scars

And baby we could carve our names into the stars

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops

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

Trying to move foward, though it never stops

Everyone has heard of the stars

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

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

Imma look at the stars,

When bret hart meet brett farve