This is a song about "Team rocket"

And california on that jerk shit

Thats why you take off like a rocket

Shootin past the sun, outta the milky way unlike any rocket

I don't respect no brain unless we talkin' that saliva spit

Girl cut up, got lean on lean

Dream of everyone in my team.

Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her

A rocket launcher about to rock it proper

Gillys on the fucking twerk team

Starin at the wall, heard a scream

And tired of his shit and tries to just split

Blasting into the distance, rocket.

Without a team, no excellence

Ya ain't killers ya’ll got hundred yard dash guns

That's what i call it, it's full of shit

This chick played with my rocket through my pocket