This is a song about "Launch"

I'll push carts just to buy a fuckin launch pad/

Shit, that birkin bag make the old dude mad

Corvette so clean you'll think bruce springsteen rid that

Gonna blow in your face, nuclear launch detected

That's my style/ compile a file that launch me up a mile/

Specially equities, reckon we smile

Shoot for the moon, rocket-launch for stars/

And mine somewhere bout mars

If i don't get props for my rapping, #colons will launch the #fire #at you/

It feels good putting money in your mailboxi love paying rent when the rent's due

Fuck a label on my jacket, screw you like a ratchet

Put the racists and the ratchets on a spaceship and then launch it

Spitting like im the true rap god, hop in my astro pod, launch, im fucking extraordinary,

Beware for my marksand yo, makaveli, give me them bullets that was left up in your belly

He's sitting in a pit of conscience, praying to launch this

So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service