This is a song about "The life cycle of a star"

With psychological problems i live a constant cycle

Ceremony with all my homies, i'm suicidal

In a cycle of death i'm killing gyros

The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes

We can count the stars on the hood in your father's car

Keep it real and trill, all of you, love y'all, be a star!

But i’m worth it though work this shit so perfect though

But that's just the cycle of life so kappa's a psycho?

We buying they hoes bags, getting they bitches shoes

From a third world country to a star in the booth

A complete mess but still i ride the roller coaster of life

Temperatures risesniggas blinded by my lyrical disguise

Season opener, finna be there

It's a meaningless cycle of despair

Cause they say a mind that's idle is a devil's toy aisle

I used to be a mugger, then i got out of the cycle