This is a song about "Written in the stars"

She pretty but she insecure as baby-mother scars

And when you look up at night you'll see me in the stars

It makes me write your name in the stars across the skies

Folarin never walk in prada and talk of a price

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

Living underground like a godfather buried alive

Since she wasn't really cribbing to his living

Was written in braille now hail the king

Then the stars don't even matter

You told me god was the answer

This my little brother on my mother's side, our father died

It's written as a biblical reference in the writing i write,

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

My nature, its all love, that's how that shit be goin

Scii ain't aiming for the stars

When bret hart meet brett farve