This is a song about "I pod"

Im done, hopefully you now know im the one son of the true rap god, sent in a heavenly pod,

Can't go to her family, they won't let her stayno money no babysitter, she couldn't keep a job

Feeling lucky let me touch your spot

Now they're two peas in a pod

We hustle to survive

I lost mona,i lost wife

Might as well get it off yo’ chest

I know that i should forget

I believe i am to blame

Imma make it rain

I promise i might be okay

I want to feel her in every way