This is a song about "Meet me under the stars"

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

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

Sb nike's, with the grey box

Scii ain't aiming for the stars

Are all the disney stars corrupted

I was born back, wolf pack, nigga fuck that

I withstand the truth that is under me

And now that i’m getting money

Put bills under the mattress to turn me to a dreamer

The nerve of this prick, he said fuck it you can have her

Tryna find myself letting the stars show me

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

Let me breathe hard like it was hard

So meet me at the park.

Heard the sound of several gun shots

Shoot for the moon, rocket-launch for stars/