This is a song about "The stars told the story"

Like i'm only serving 20 rocks

My dream is to chill with all of the stars

And i've been releasin' anger, now the story is told,

I saved her number just in case but now it’s case closed

I said i'm hurting her

Then the stars don't even matter

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

Ya'll had your run, don't ruin ours

Plus you know i rock the mic and stage, the story told well,

Now you finna cut your hair, you waiting to excel

Don't ask for trouble, cause we blow the roof off and let you crumble in the rubble/

Even though his hearts so cold the story he told was practically practical

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

//#moral #of #the #story

When bret hart meet brett farve

Scii ain't aiming for the stars