This is a song about "Rocket fingertip money"

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

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

Shoot for the moon, rocket-launch for stars/

Yeah, tell me about the love of ours

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love

I'm a hot topic, holding the rocket, we got problems?

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

I'm trying to get you hot and wet you know jacuzzi that shit

Fuck a bottle rocket blowin smoke out in the air

Ain't no skipper but all my bitches is ginger hair

Iraqi rocket launcher

I'm pushing it for the corner

Yeah see i let my nigga hit that

Rocket my name i know you love it

It ain't personalstrictly business, baby

I'm on a rocket flyin to the top strap on to me/