This is a song about "Red rocket"

Covered the room in splattered red,

Your friends say, why we not together yet

Imma cop me a rocket

Fuck it, they shrink to fit

But i dream big like a rocket ship that's some honest shit

Inked up on my hands and arms, got them jams in my pocket

And california on that jerk shit

Blasting into the distance, rocket.

That's boa, see that's my set

And then i saw the red,

The ville with a coupe rocket

Please get hip to that new d.c. shit

The shit is so bare, my diary isn't hid

I will sent you right to hell by my rocket,

Im taking off sky high on a rocket,

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split