This is a song about "Launch"

But the fifteen credits had a nigga off track

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

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/

Shoot for the moon, rocket-launch for stars/

Ya'll had your run, don't ruin ours

Gonna blow in your face, nuclear launch detected

Give it to these broads,imake em soar back and all that

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

It's like a black hole, whole fucking abyss

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

I know they gon' see me unless they senile

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

Gotta pay back that advance, so they ain't gave you shit

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,