This is a song about "Written in the stars"

I move the line of scrimmage with every line written,

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

Everything is written in the cold, so it can coin-

Dependin on navigation they ever know where they goin

They want me unemployed, until i hit the streets

It's the estate dream, written in our genes

But whatever it is baby hope you pledge to your dreams, forever my queen

So i sit here in my room unsigned, waiting for the stars to align on my dream,

Get a little smart, want to change yo tops

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

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

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

Written in blood on the wall

Didn't do a thing at all

Imma look at the stars,

Cause of death? bars