This is a song about "Launch"

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

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

Specially equities, reckon we smile

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

Gonna blow in your face, nuclear launch detected

Wanna stunt shit, all that new designer shit

Shoot for the moon, rocket-launch for stars/

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

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

I am sick of women treatin' niggas like that lotto ticket

Screw a chick, go outside and give the coupe a kiss

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

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

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

Im sayin one night my love is like that

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