This is a song about "Reaching for the stars"

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//

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

Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks

I suggest you do it, and aim for the stars

They get mad when i lay up in the porsche box

I got more hats than the sky's got stars

And mine somewhere bout mars

Imma look at the stars,

Heard the sound of several gun shots

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

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

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

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

Slangin' rocks with your glocks put this tape in your box