This is a song about "Launch"

We can talk things over a little a while

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

If ya’ll about to hate then alleviate the diss

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

Shoot for the moon, rocket-launch for stars/

I like bitches in air maxes without socks

Shit i represent is killin' niggas and shit

Gonna blow in your face, nuclear launch detected

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

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

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

Swallow the cinnamon, i'mma scribble this sin and shit

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/

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

Fame is a drug i knew that before jay said that