This is a song about "Reaching for the stars"

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

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

Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win

Reaching for the golden throne that hip-hop died in/

Of thinkinthese, are the dreams of a young teen

Your lyrics got me reaching for some asshole itching cream.

So i sit here in my room unsigned, waiting for the stars to align on my dream,

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

Sb nike's, with the grey box

Scii ain't aiming for the stars

Then the stars don't even matter

Ay yo you wonder who i are

I hated, some ritalin, some white socks

Like me, when i'm shooting for the stars/

Tonight no pitchers, everything's straight

Reaching the top i lay my hand on the gate.