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

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

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

I got more hats than the sky's got stars

A hell of motherfucking road blocks

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

Let it be told, the story how you chilled in mansions with gold

I like bitches in air maxes without socks

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

The stars and the moon phase told me "no, 'cause when doom takes..."

I don't do dishes but i throw away your plates

Shoot for the moon, rocket-launch for stars/

They get mad when i lay up in the porsche box

Watching for hollow-tip shots

Scii ain't aiming for the stars