This is a song about "The stars and oreos"

Can't see his son shine like the four tops

A chart scores as high stars and mars

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

This is the real deal 3 stars and the sun

Heard the sound of several gun shots

Scii ain't aiming for the stars

Of the future stars and distinguish the difference between the

Watch this, hey quik let me see them binoculars, nigga

Who feel 9 to 5, seeing me again

With my head in the stars, and just not in the game

Sitting in the hay while i'm watching all the stars

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

Shoot for the moon, rocket-launch for stars/

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

You pull up in parking lots

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