This is a song about "Reaching for the stars"

My dream is to chill with all of the stars

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

And baby we could carve our names into the stars

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

Its way different ma you see em passin' out bars

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

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

I'll always see her face when i look to the stars

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

Trying to move foward, though it never stops

I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops

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

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

Hostile with them hoes, i got a dollar in my pocket plus a dream

Yeah, tell me about the love of ours

Shoot for the moon, rocket-launch for stars/