This is a song about "Under the stars"

Past all these glass jaws and assholes that claim

I'm not under the influence i'm under the game

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

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

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots

Rather than buy our songs, they busy cheering the stars

And when this beat drops, your heart stops

My dream is to chill with all of the stars

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

Sb nike's, with the grey box

Then the stars don't even matter

Yeah, they call me country grammar

Shoot for the moon, rocket-launch for stars/

And i'm still hurtin over pops

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

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