This is a song about "Rockets"

We blasting off like a team of rockets

Well, i have a gram cupcake mix

Until then, my feet planted on the ground, shadowboxing my conscience

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

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

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

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

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

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

And i open up the door you bring her cranky ass with you

Bro's got grudges for money its funny they loved me but rushed to the cold

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

That's why i traded r. kelly my sister for a new hit

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

While scheming on hits

I shoot all sorts of fat rockets