This is a song about "Jonhhy rockets"

For the emcees i'm commencing nine eleven with these rhyming rockets

Until then, my feet planted on the ground, shadowboxing my conscience

I was playing with guns

I shoot all sorts of fat rockets

I'm gon remember her, but still

Rockets can't stop me cause i'm north too ill.

We blasting off like a team of rockets

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

Cause when you hot its like your burnin up everyone elses cold

Philosopher's stone made into the cylinder turning the rockets to gold,

We all here, from the dealers to the kids

I cock block shit, pop and lock it, blow like snot rockets,

Breathe in deep for all those long hits, while i spit these bombs like rockets

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

Dreams riding him on rockets shit in his locket of rhymes from his pocket

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