This is a song about "Stars"

Unlimited is given if you reach beyond the stars

Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars

My dream is to chill with all of the stars

And when this beat drops, your heart stops

I hated, some ritalin, some white socks

I got more hats than the sky's got stars

Trying to move foward, though it never stops

Like me, when i'm shooting for the stars/

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

Fat rhymes every time, bitch, roseanne bars

Scii ain't aiming for the stars

More props. r.i.p., my poor pops

Then the stars don't even matter

You told me god was the answer

When bret hart meet brett farve

Imma look at the stars,