This is a song about "Rockets"

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

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

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

I'ma get this girl that be stuffin my bricks

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

I shoot all sorts of fat rockets

I’m tryna have them lips sync, milli vanilli shit

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

We blasting off like a team of rockets

Jumped off the porch when i was like six

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

It's a ribbity rambully, be bob drop from a 3 year old

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

The coupe i’m in is rented, i ain’t wit’ all that commitment shit

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

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