This is a song about "The stars"

Who fly? i'm a red eye with eye drops

My dream is to chill with all of the stars

And when you look up at night you'll see me in the stars

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

Scii ain't aiming for the stars

I like bitches in air maxes without socks

We're the tip-top of hip-hop, breed rhyme stars,

The big bad wolf to me you're just a minor fox

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

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

Everyone has heard of the stars

And when this beat drops, your heart stops

She pretty but she insecure as baby-mother scars

Unlimited is given if you reach beyond the stars

When bret hart meet brett farve

Imma look at the stars,