This is a song about "Rockets"

Get my fill on with this grandmother named jill

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

Cause when you hot its like your burnin up everyone elses cold

Philosopher's stone made into the cylinder turning the rockets to gold,

Needed coke, needed dope, yea, i gave her a fix

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

We blasting off like a team of rockets

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

My moschino that fire, bet you never seen that

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

Got stretch marks like she got four kids

I shoot all sorts of fat rockets

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

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

I don't wanna ever come down off this cloud of lovin' you

High as rockets and fly as falcons, i see the better view