This is a song about "Rockets"

Breathe in deep for all those long hits, while i spit these bombs like rockets

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

Think it's time you and i need to call it quits

I cock block shit, pop and lock it, blow like snot rockets,

I shoot all sorts of fat rockets

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

Dreams riding him on rockets shit in his locket of rhymes from his pocket

And nearly choked when he'd tell me not to smokedaaamn, don't get me started

Explode this like spaceship rockets, all of my patience? lost it,

And mansions on the fault line of a shaky market

Rockets can't stop me cause i'm north too ill.

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

For the emcees i'm commencing nine eleven with these rhyming rockets

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

I.e. i get sick, white tee, i be kicks

We blasting off like a team of rockets