This is a song about "Extraordinary"

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?

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

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

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

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

And when you know you a catch it’s hard to pass up these bitches