This is a song about "Troposphere exosphere stratosphere mesospere"

Just to let you know, you are

Iraqi rocket launcher

Motherfuckers, every time i see the paper

Now i'm startin to feel the heat, the ozone layer

Enough to blow right through the ozone

Hit towns with coke, a .45 blue as chrome

And my visceral matter will splatter on the stratosphere

Don’t grin on me wit’ them long stares, you ain’t god unless no fear

And get a hall pass for this class-act shit

Never coming back, i'm an ape in a rocket!

You battling me is the only thing that'll lead you to prominence,

My bitches bad, these niggas mad, i guess it's just what the fame brings

Like a male version of lauryn hill

Not just hoes, and lambos, in a great atmosphere

We gotta search our soul to find out, what we're after

On top of saturn, i'm sending shots from my rocket blaster