This is a song about "Rocket child"

Shoot for the moon, rocket-launch for stars/

I'm an eskimo, nigga, i got cold bars

I'mma treat you like my whip

Blasting into the distance, rocket.

Homie will never love her, although he'll probably have a fit

I'm putting cash in my pockets, so much to tour the world in a rocket,

See the feds and tap out that's wrestler shit

I will sent you right to hell by my rocket,

Im taking off sky high on a rocket,

They say, trojans never break but it ain't that

You're very attractive, and notice that

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

I like to see where she been and i’ll be deep in her mind

All i know is i'm a problem child turned foster child

My records sell, yes sir

Iraqi rocket launcher