This is a song about "Rocket launcher"

Bitches love me out houston like spinach dip

Im taking off sky high on a rocket,

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

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Rocket my name i know you love it

Chris wallace said the sky was the limit

How you killing my highs i hope you built the coffin

I'm blasting off like a rocket ship acknowledge him

You’ll never be me partner so it don’t fucking matter

On top of saturn, i'm sending shots from my rocket blaster

But see i planned a trip

Imma cop me a rocket

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

Alaskan got me blasted like a motherfucking rocket.

The mirror's screaming at me saying i'm emmi lola's son

Beat the bitch up and leave faster than a rocket engine