This is a song about "Launch"

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

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

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

Shoot for the moon, rocket-launch for stars/

Gonna blow in your face, nuclear launch detected

Hop on twitter, perpetrate we doing big shit

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

The mask is on 'em like a catholic service

Specially equities, reckon we smile

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

Fame is a drug i knew that before jay said that

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

It feels good putting money in your mailboxi love paying rent when the rent's due

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