This is a song about "Launch"

I'm the first one to do that i bet you never knew that

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

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

And when it come to tight games i'm o.t. with the bitches

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

Specially equities, reckon we smile

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

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

And i ride for any nigga who believe in the shit

Gonna blow in your face, nuclear launch detected

And niggas ain't shit but you already knew that

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

Shoot for the moon, rocket-launch for stars/

Forearm with my gang name, that's an old carve