This is a song about "Rattle the stars"

Tryna find myself letting the stars show me

Look it something they can't ever see

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

Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box

Feelin the voltage rattle like snakes

So if you done with these beijing games

Imma look at the stars,

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

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

I ain't fucking with kfc but i may eat up the box

As you rise the stars begin to fall from the skies

Becoming someone you don't recognize

I got more hats than the sky's got stars

You pull up in parking lots

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

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