This is a song about "Written in the stars"

Yea i got this on lock this genius brilliance written in the rhymes

He fathers her only kid that's why my homies let him live

This is not somethin that i wrote for tha queens

It's the estate dream, written in our genes

Despite living with more attention than light skinned, women

I move the line of scrimmage with every line written,

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

I grew up in new orleans, ball players and rhyme stars,

Dependin on navigation they ever know where they goin

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

With my head in the stars, and just not in the game

And i make music for the fuck of it, no fame

Trying to move foward, though it never stops

My dream is to chill with all of the stars

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

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