This is a song about "Extraordinary"

Cause i need to be extraordinary, and if you feel this

Air baggage claim awaiting miss thang outta st. louis

Beware for my marksand yo, makaveli, give me them bullets that was left up in your belly

Spitting like im the true rap god, hop in my astro pod, launch, im fucking extraordinary,

Not edited out so they seem extraordinary?

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

U think that’s to ordinary? well i’m bringing back extraordinary.