This is a song about "A shuttle rocket and a mason jar"

Paul mason is faster than you

Bird gangs, it was birds i flew

I put some cash in ya pocket

Thats why you take off like a rocket

You must have won every pageant in america when you was young

A chronicled naysaying of a hospital patient, a nautical mason,

That's g shit, i be bumping fiend shit

The ville with a coupe rocket

Hands in the airrrrrrr let-let-let-let it fly

Grab a rocket launcher and blow the cops sky high

Beat the bitch up and leave faster than a rocket engine

But everybody is a g with the weed in them

Talking of the gods you serve

A bunch a singers and sinners

To add to the list of beverly hills victims

I'm a hot topic, holding the rocket, we got problems?