This is a song about "Russell westbrook houston rockets"

But lemme tell you that them heels really complement your frame

Cool young kings trying to make a name houston is where we came

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

Yeah nigga!ay, but peep how my nigga syke do it to you

You so got me, i'm open for life forever my wife

They send us packin to houston and still they can't save her life.

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

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

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

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

Acute, how you try to refute, obtuse fludes like juice dudes sip through in hous-ton/

I keep my friends close, enemies closer, fuck both, i dont trust no one

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

Ya weed quiet, you broke, y’all eaten lean pockets

Coconuts ciroc where puff at, never fall in love, don't cuff that

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