This is a song about "I pod"

Lines-of-a-god, no replicated pod.

No pork on the fork, but it’s white in the pot

Came from the bottom, aiming for the top

I go in i go hard i go ham, i don't stop

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

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

We fuckin' it up this summer

And i think i like her

Cutting me this worthless check

I know that i should forget

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

So i needs to hit a lick, drasticallyi see some balding-ass niggas and they slipping in my spot

Living lives i wish i had

But they ain't for rat tat tat-tat tat