This is a song about "A kid in a yellow bonnet playing a c note on his picallo"

We popping the fortune, not the fame, shit, you backwards, man

One tryin to take note, the next man, feelin my heat like a house in beckham.

I know you get lonely when i ain’t home, on the road

Knife to your throat, leave a suicidal note in your coat

A man should be in his on world

She wanted to fight at first

Od'd on that mitchell-ness you thought it was '03 again

Blade in her hand and a note on the side as she count to ten,

First off congratulations on the win

But on a serious note im gonna steal him

Blew the fuck up in gray clouds of thick smoke

I'll mail them to your door and send a note

Yellow light runnin', in a fuckin' white dodge

At the pawn shop, tryna sell this baume watch