This is a song about "Rocket launcher"

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

A rocket launcher about to rock it proper

But i dream big like a rocket ship that's some honest shit

Cause i ain't know for who or what the fuck to get

Ghetto whip you lisa like your margerie and homer's kid

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

If it's right tonight, i might bite that

This chick played with my rocket through my pocket

And if loving her is wrong then i just know i won't see heaven

Beat the bitch up and leave faster than a rocket engine

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

Blastin off like a rocket, add the fuel to the fire

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

I got a launcher and the feeling to be poppin' em cold,

Cause ya'll spittin that wack shit

Imma cop me a rocket