This is a song about "Reaching for the stars"

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

Its way different ma you see em passin' out bars

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

I'm a team player, i ain't tryna be no king

God mc oh my god you gotta see

Reaching out to the needy//

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

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

All my life i fall down, it's true, i reach for the stars

Forearm with my gang name, that's an old carve

Your lyrics got me reaching for some asshole itching cream.

If i don’t make it, then somebody tell my son screen

Where every recipient, property of the state

Reaching the top i lay my hand on the gate.

Body 2 body baby, we gotta do this right

Built on most high, because i'm a die reaching for that limelight/