This is a song about "Cold rocket"

Lips, hips, hair drops down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy

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

One night love: i'mma need that

Yeah, i rock it like a rocket

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

Those privileged fucks got to learn that we ain't taking no shit

Sb nike's, with the grey box

Shoot for the moon, rocket-launch for stars/

Back up on my fly shit

Imma cop me a rocket

Homie will never love her, although he'll probably have a fit

I'm putting cash in my pockets, so much to tour the world in a rocket,

Don’t gotta shop, i ain't paying for shit

Rocket my name i know you love it

So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her

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