This is a song about "Launch"

They say, trojans never break but it ain't that

Gonna blow in your face, nuclear launch detected

A hell of motherfucking road blocks

Shoot for the moon, rocket-launch for stars/

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

I keep it funky with my misses, fuck these other bitches

And tell them bitches we real niggas is bout that

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

‘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/

So in the mean time, keep it moving or accept that

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

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

We can talk things over a little a while

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

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