This is a song about "Launch"

‘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/

And mine somewhere bout mars

Shoot for the moon, rocket-launch for stars/

And i know you lookin at me like you don't speak english

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

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

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

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

We can talk things over a little a while

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

That's why i traded r. kelly my sister for a new hit

She's tryna fall back, cuz she say i'm all that

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

Now say fuck them other bitches them hoes ain't shit

Gonna blow in your face, nuclear launch detected