This is a song about "The fault in our stars"

My coach ain't care, so i ain't care

Got our middle fingers in the air,

Cause rolling with the fake got my loved ones killed

It was my fault in the end,so don't take any guilt

Imma look at the stars,

Watching for hollow-tip shots

It makes me write your name in the stars across the skies

I guess she thought she'd get away, wouldn't hear the cries

I'd shoot for the moon but i'm too busy gazing at stars

Trying to say goodbye to the glamorous chains and cars

Forearm with my gang name, that's an old carve

Shoot for the moon, rocket-launch for stars/

So i sit here in my room unsigned, waiting for the stars to align on my dream,

But whatever it is baby hope you pledge to your dreams, forever my queen

Stir up all these feelings inside of her

Then the stars don't even matter