This is a song about "Rockets"

We blasting off like a team of rockets

So i guess that's where i hide my things

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

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

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

The devil took my soul , the minute the smoke began to unfold.

I got many chicks, blue and black penny kicks

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

And shrimp might run and tell the pigs

I shoot all sorts of fat rockets

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

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

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

Trust me these niggas rushed me for something my cousin probably did

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

Can’t take no more of your shit cause i can do better without you