This is a song about "Launch"

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

It's hard to live out atlanta with out makin' this a habit

The battery packs and any bitch you ever kiss

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

And dip her teeth in gold molds and flossed the shit

Gonna blow in your face, nuclear launch detected

Shoot for the moon, rocket-launch for stars/

A hell of motherfucking road blocks

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

Beware for my marksand yo, makaveli, give me them bullets that was left up in your belly

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

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

‘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/

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

I don't know why i'm even on this track