This is a song about "Launcher"

I got a launcher and the feeling to be poppin' em cold,

Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

A rocket launcher about to rock it proper

Grab a rocket launcher and blow the cops sky high

Shit, caught up in your perfect world, you never heard me cry

And that i spent the night with her

Iraqi rocket launcher