This is a song about "Rocket fingertip money"

When the depth chart came, there was no me there

Fuck a bottle rocket blowin smoke out in the air

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

Beat the bitch up and leave faster than a rocket engine

Blasting into the distance, rocket.

Tyler the creator invented some new shit

The ville with a coupe rocket

I'mma sign that work and release that

I bagged it up, put it on the block and couldn't flip

This chick played with my rocket through my pocket

Imma cop me a rocket

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that

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

I stay with grandma, she always bitching about her carpet

And dip her teeth in gold molds and flossed the shit

Im taking off sky high on a rocket,