This is a song about "Rockets"

I shoot all sorts of fat rockets

And the v12, that's on various trips

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

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

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

All you fucking bloggin' faggots yappin' up that extra shit

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

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

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

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

Notice it every time i pick up the microphone and spit

Cause when you hot its like your burnin up everyone elses cold

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