This is a song about "Launch"

Shoot for the moon, rocket-launch for stars/

They get mad when i lay up in the porsche box

Gonna blow in your face, nuclear launch detected

Ask too many questions about the stars and earth shit

Yo, i'm a hot and bothered astronaut crashing while

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

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

Commence to poppin' motherfuckers copy it fatalefficiently i delete then flee

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

Like my skin was leather madeleatherman louis

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

Platinum and gold, you gots to love that

Inked up on my hands and arms, got them jams in my pocket

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

‘cause when it come to winning, convincing is only been a few

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