This is a song about "Murder the shooting stars"

Unlimited is given if you reach beyond the stars

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

Leasin' a vehicle quick enough to see people that don't even exist yet

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

Can't see his son shine like the four tops

I suggest you do it, and aim for the stars

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

Who fly? i'm a red eye with eye drops

Rather than buy our songs, they busy cheering the stars

My driver's out of this world, you playing bumper cars

Tryna find myself letting the stars show me

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

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

Trying to say goodbye to the glamorous chains and cars

No tarot card reading; i'm foreseeing you niggas vanish

Words shooting out the barrel faster than excalibur slashes