This is a song about "Rocket leauge"

Fuck a bottle rocket blowin smoke out in the air

And got her room number, you can find me there

Fresh to death, when i step, you can hear momma's cry

Grab a rocket launcher and blow the cops sky high

It ain't my place to say and i hear all that

Thats why you take off like a rocket

I know a bunch of envious niggas don't love my city

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

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

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

Look in the scope, my people still a target

I will sent you right to hell by my rocket,

Forearm with my gang name, that's an old carve

Shoot for the moon, rocket-launch for stars/

Moms really getting mad when i call you that

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