This is a song about "Houston rocket"

Thats why you take off like a rocket

That's g shit, i be bumping fiend shit

And tell them bitches we real niggas is bout that

Rocket my name i know you love it

Imma cop me a rocket

Hoes blow for me, i maestro, shit

Grab a rocket launcher and blow the cops sky high

Tryin'a keep up with my mind, and you wonder why

Trust me these niggas rushed me for something my cousin probably did

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

I can say ghettoest ‘cause i come from where metal spit

Never coming back, i'm an ape in a rocket!

Ya'll don't even know the name of my flip

This chick played with my rocket through my pocket

Fuck a bottle rocket blowin smoke out in the air

It's been a weekend, five starrin' in her underwear