This is a song about "Reaching for the stars"

Your lyrics got me reaching for some asshole itching cream.

To get ourselves up out that dream, no i’s in team

Let me rideuntil i get free

Reaching out to the needy//

Swallow the cinnamon, i'mma scribble this sin and shit

Reaching the core at its rottenest, monopoly marketed,

If we ain't fucking for the moment then we doin' nothing

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

Reaching for dreams and i didn't know what they mean, so high i needed a trampoline

But whatever it is baby hope you pledge to your dreams, forever my queen

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

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

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

Imma look at the stars,

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops

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