This is a song about "Rattle the stars"

I'd shoot for the moon but i'm too busy gazing at stars

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

Then the stars don't even matter

You is not hip then i can not coach her

As you rise the stars begin to fall from the skies

And you ask twitter why you getting fake guys

He's in it for the sportrunnin circles round his

I changed the stars on the flag into crosses

And baby we could carve our names into the stars

I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops

And when this beat drops, your heart stops

My dream is to chill with all of the stars

The big bad wolf to me you're just a minor fox

Rather than buy our songs, they busy cheering the stars

Jump in the saddle and rattle off another rap again.

And all the girls we knew that screamed fuck you going let me then