This is a song about "Reaching for the stars"

Then the stars don't even matter

My records sell, yes sir

Roses by the dozen, everyday i'm hustling

You the man, fame, here's my man cane, reaching for something

I aimed for the stars but i missed and went beyond them by a couple of inches/

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

Shoot for the moon, rocket-launch for stars/

Watching for hollow-tip shots

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make

Aiming for the stars with bars hitting hard as catapults making castles shake//

And i'm still hurtin over pops

Imma look at the stars,

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

Everyone has heard of the stars

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

I bet this brother be a better oneif i upset you don't stress never forget