This is a song about "Russell westbrook houston 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

And i don't cook much but i'm tough with that phone book

Kd trey 5 ballin with the nigga russell westbrook

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

If i don't diss another nigga you dont get that issue

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

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

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

'fore you love you a nigga, try loving your kids

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

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

With a four finger ring like i can't spell my fucking name

I shoot all sorts of fat rockets

But i don’t mean top 40 hits