This is a song about "Cold rocket"

The truth shall be told

Hand to hand in the cold

Shootin past the sun, outta the milky way unlike any rocket

But when i knock this shit off, i'mma go and buy some laker shit

I'm in love with a woman who is crazy

I'm on a rocket flyin to the top strap on to me/

I will sent you right to hell by my rocket,

So far you nasty, ff-fuck you call that

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

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

Since nautica was popular than popular for good

Alaskan got me blasted like a motherfucking rocket.

I mean me is there, but it's like three there

Fuck a bottle rocket blowin smoke out in the air

I'm blasting off like a rocket ship acknowledge him

Gucci & nike, that’s what i call an option