This is a song about "Red rocket"

Life’s a bitch and i feel her

Iraqi rocket launcher

Found dead covered in red

Lemonhead end up dead

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

The coupe i’m in is rented, i ain’t wit’ all that commitment shit

Rocket my name i know you love it

Don't come around hurr on that floss shit

Color your eyes alveolar red

Millie on my neck, thumbin through that check

Imma cop me a rocket

I'mma sign that work and release that

This chick played with my rocket through my pocket

The real muscle in the message of that

Blasting into the distance, rocket.

And i be with p, so i got bbc shit