This is a song about "Shooting stars"

Like fudd snooping, shooting for ducks.

Amen, they say you only live once

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

Shooting missiles that where hooting whistles!

I like bitches in air maxes without socks

Sometimes you can't fix shit by wishes on stars.

Are all the disney stars corrupted

As deep as dawson's creek and shit

You pull up in parking lots

Imma look at the stars,

Stars become fiction, bars become prisms

Far from alarmed, i just part wit my problems

Im going on a shooting spree

We came.. way too far pretty baby

I keep my gaze glanced on stars

And when this beat drops, your heart stops