This is a song about "Launch"

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

I ain't got no muthafuckin' daddy, he ain't teach me shit

I give you my heart just don’t break the shit to pieces

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

Gonna blow in your face, nuclear launch detected

How can i persuade more heads to hear this great shit

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

It ain't my place to say and i hear all that

Shoot for the moon, rocket-launch for stars/

Whole lot of cobras with dope like soap bars

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

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

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

You never tire, might as well as inspire

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