This is a song about "Shuttle rocket falls in love with the mason jar"

Rocket my name i know you love it

Platinum and gold, you gots to love that

So i'mma talk about a little bit of that

This chick played with my rocket through my pocket

You want to skip the process, go straight to the rocket,

And now i only listen to this hip-hop shit

In my herb shuttle with a white bitch feeling lustful

But don't expect a ring if you committed to the hustle

Fall in love with defeat, throw my endeavors on the shelf

Never will i ever utter never to myself

I found myself losing focus at a sunday service

If i stop it in it's prime the heart will still be filled with love.

Thats the reason they call me rocket

I'mma sign that work and release that

You know the type of bitches that fell in love with that glass dick

You is just a groupie bitch and groupie bitch, no i am sick