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

You in love with christine

Starin at the wall, heard a scream

Get the zippo and spark the shit

Thats the reason they call me rocket

Feeling like it’s ramadan and i just need a bite quick

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

Cork in a bottle ima send you out in a space shuttle

They play musical chairs once i'm on that pedestal

Gettin sick in rickety stalls. so sick that he falls.

Ironic cause your lipstick is red, of course

Stepping out fly shit, straight purple cloud shit

Rocket my name i know you love it

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

And i love your brain but i think i'll never know enough

To open my jar hoppin out of the car blunt in

I ain't bitter my nigga, i respect your position