This is a song about "Launch"

Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit

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,

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

I'm rappin' for the scholars and the hustlers, meanwhile

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

And that's jay line i had to quote that

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

Y’all only in it for the cars

Shoot for the moon, rocket-launch for stars/

Gonna blow in your face, nuclear launch detected

Black foamposites, it's like we on that mobbing shit

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

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

The battery packs and any bitch you ever kiss

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