This is a song about "Launch"

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

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

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

Have some adultery, baby, don't you go be so childish

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

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

Shoot for the moon, rocket-launch for stars/

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

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

We can talk things over a little a while

Gonna blow in your face, nuclear launch detected

Yeah, inglewoodinglewood always up to no good

And they say i'm over heads cuz they don't understand... that

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

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

Shades dark as fuck so all i see is black