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,

She on media take out, but don't take out her kids

Rape her and record it, then edit it with more shit

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

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

I shoot all sorts of fat rockets

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

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

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

Smokin' weed like it ain't no thing, so even kids

We blasting off like a team of rockets

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

And i ain’t gotta say i’m fly, this g5 with the crew