This is a song about "Red rocket"

Hit your block with a glock, blog that

The ville with a coupe rocket

Covered the room in splattered red,

Is not far from white girls with big bread

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

Eighty percent of kids are listening to y'all shit

I will sent you right to hell by my rocket,

Moms really getting mad when i call you that

You gone make me flip then split your shit

This chick played with my rocket through my pocket

Imma cop me a rocket

So i'm one with that

Alaskan got me blasted like a motherfucking rocket.

For petty sake not even heavyweight, it's never good

Shoot for the moon, rocket-launch for stars/

Get a little smart, want to change yo tops