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

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

My diamonds talk for me they say hi can i meet you

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

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

I shoot all sorts of fat rockets

I was playing with guns

Nah i don't stunt on niggas, i show'em how to do this shit

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

But you know i control your soul, motherfucker do what your told

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

Nowadays usually it's his pockets

We blasting off like a team of rockets

Loud pack, i propel. burgandy, out to kill

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