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

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

Fat rhymes every time, bitch, roseanne bars

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

My dream is to chill with all of the stars

Imma look at the stars,

And when this beat drops, your heart stops

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

That i'm sharing in the force with the cyclops staring

Say it's all your fault while the ground engraved your sour look.

But i'm in the bible like moses, read the damn book

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

Fluoride in our toothpaste in the water

Just know one thing... aint our fault

Right past the poor in clothes they can't afford

But it was written in cursive for this king to exist

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