This is a song about "Rockets"

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

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

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

Black on black nikes that represent the lifeless lives

We blasting off like a team of rockets

I be giving work to the kids

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

Straight up fuck all y’all nigga's talking about that nigga changed shit

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

Im from the side where silly niggas hate or they like you

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

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

You fumbled in a drill, young man get on the hill

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

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

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