This is a song about "Pocket rocket"

Then i'm bustin' like an uzi when i'm thru with that shit

I will sent you right to hell by my rocket,

No money in pocket

Razor grips, laser spit

Theres a hole in my pocket

You should be cautious, kid

The ville with a coupe rocket

And if i'm down with this banging shit

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

Shootin past the sun, outta the milky way unlike any rocket

You want to skip the process, go straight to the rocket,

Man these songs that i made in my bedroom and shit

Damn i’m no good, but damn it’s so good

I got a laptop in my back pocket