This is a song about "Cold rocket"

On top of saturn, i'm sending shots from my rocket blaster

I guess i got to be a fucking hand-me-down rapper

Rocket my name i know you love it

If i call your hotline and pay 29.99 shit

I know the world been waiting for that

The ville with a coupe rocket

Keep your eyes open, i can only say i'll try

Grab a rocket launcher and blow the cops sky high

Beat the bitch up and leave faster than a rocket engine

The mirror's screaming at me saying i'm emmi lola's son

But i dream big like a rocket ship that's some honest shit

Cause i ain't know for who or what the fuck to get

Hand to hand in the cold

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

I'm cold on the cold turkey

I delete they history