This is a song about "Red rocket"

Found dead covered in red

Give us this day, our daily bread

Chickens and waffles instead, and right back to this balling shit

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

So if i do call it's just a check

Kushed up and my eye red

Gotta pay back that advance, so they ain't gave you shit

Never coming back, i'm an ape in a rocket!

The ville with a coupe rocket

As deep as dawson's creek and shit

I respect that you don't know yet

Watch your body turn indian red,

And dip her teeth in gold molds and flossed the shit

Thats why you take off like a rocket

Your bitch, she ugly, i kick her out the bed

Color your eyes alveolar red