This is a song about "Aiming for the stars"

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,

An eighth of grape ape hella joints to the head got my eyes all varsity red

"they aren't suiting" he said, missing shots for the stars like he's shooting for bed

Then the stars don't even matter

But that's what he liked her

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

Sitting in the hay while i'm watching all the stars

More props. r.i.p., my poor pops

Scii ain't aiming for the stars

That's what he's aiming for, population control you see.

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Like me, when i'm shooting for the stars/

And mine somewhere bout mars

I'll always see her face when i look to the stars

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