This is a song about "Shooting stars"

Shoot for the moon, rocket-launch for stars/

Sb nike's, with the grey box

I leave em frettin more than rock stars

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops

Trying to get back to this thing called love

Stars become fiction, bars become prisms

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

A shooting range with bullet limits

Can't see his son shine like the four tops

Everyone has heard of the stars

I keep my gaze glanced on stars

And when this beat drops, your heart stops

Now of days people will be shooting,

Bun b, i’m underground king

Why am i back to shooting up again?

With a ski maski'm the first one to warn them