This is a song about "Losing the stars"

Shoot for the moon, rocket-launch for stars/

Like i'm only serving 20 rocks

Meanwhile the family losing pieces,

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

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

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

Cause my hoes in the x like they model for cars

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

Everyone has heard of the stars

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

Then the stars don't even matter

I call her, no answer

We're the tip-top of hip-hop, breed rhyme stars,

Get a little smart, want to change yo tops

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

Ya'll had your run, don't ruin ours