This is a song about "Reaching for the stars"

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

She pretty but she insecure as baby-mother scars

Whole lot of cobras with dope like soap bars

And baby we could carve our names into the stars

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

An eighth of grape ape hella joints to the head got my eyes all varsity red

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

Why they try to see my flow, but they know that's outta sight

Niggas is working forever my bars

My dream is to chill with all of the stars

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

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

Imma look at the stars,

And when this beat drops, your heart stops

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//