This is a song about "Under the stars"

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

Slangin' rocks with your glocks put this tape in your box

Baby, you're an angel

While you stand under the table

We ain't buying cds, we striving to live

I changed the stars on the flag into crosses

With such an ugly picture in it and

Then bury her under the pavement

My driver's out of this world, you playing bumper cars

Rather than buy our songs, they busy cheering the stars

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

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

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

Sb nike's, with the grey box

Fat rhymes every time, bitch, roseanne bars

All my life i fall down, it's true, i reach for the stars