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

It's our fault that they're like this

Luda moved digits after he moved bitches

I'd shoot for the moon but i'm too busy gazing at stars

Slangin' rocks with your glocks put this tape in your box

Just know one thing... aint our fault

Right past the poor in clothes they can't afford

And baby we could carve our names into the stars

Cause my hoes in the x like they model for cars

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

Yo, i'm fucking goldilocks up in the forest

Life’s a bitch and i feel her

Then the stars don't even matter

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

Shoot for the moon, rocket-launch for stars/

Are all the disney stars corrupted

No car key and i mean that