This is a song about "Hope and melody"

And i be good til the fat woman sing a note

Clever and never surrender my hope

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money

Not the days he spent so carefully, crafting words to his melody

And i'm still hurtin over pops

Toke lots and hope cops

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

I'll be the one to cut off of your melody

Maybe they know him better, or i don't know no better

And,i hope u get my apology letter

And i hope for a future, but now i’m mean and cold

So i could find my rainbow, my pot of gold

And i hope you all are to.

When you keep em right beside you

Only real niggas stay on top

Letting the melody synch while i jot