This is a song about "Rocket child"

A rocket launcher about to rock it proper

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

Alaskan got me blasted like a motherfucking rocket.

No, i can’t called bitch i’m lying, i don’t use my phone, shit

Child support and welfare

Day and night are my 'posites rare

Holla at ya boy young roy’s in the kill shit

Blasting into the distance, rocket.

Fuck a bottle rocket blowin smoke out in the air

I mean me is there, but it's like three there

But you niggas too weak, but just give me 2 weeks and i'm good

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

Doja was four hundred

Thats what child support did,

And no bitch you're not with child,

Yeah, look here thorunnin wild