This is a song about "Rockets"

I shoot all sorts of fat rockets

I’m so fly i don’t even got wings

The dilemma is, you think i got no conscience

We blasting off like a team of rockets

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

Niggas plotting against you, hate you but never tell you

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

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

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

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

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

Never use the word ours i'm living in the minute

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

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

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

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