This is a song about "Shooting stars"

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

Leasin' a vehicle quick enough to see people that don't even exist yet

Scrilla fan, oh boy and

Your seeing stars, spangled

And i ain't goin' well

Now i'm shooting blanks but hell.

My dream is to chill with all of the stars

I hated, some ritalin, some white socks

You trap stars, i’m rhodes scholar

Might win a dollar

And when this beat drops, your heart stops

Everyone has heard of the stars

Heard the sound of several gun shots

From stars maybe even mars