This is a song about "Melody"

But my shit is like an melody,like a strategy

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

With a melody of missing you heavily

So lets stand up to the melody,

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

Tryna run up on me late nights with the lights flashing

Ayoh, check the melody, my brain is collapsing

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

I wear green hats because i'm fortunately lucky

And you don’t understand my slang my colloquial’s lovely

Readily she plays my skin flute, heavenly melody

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

So lets stand up to the melody,

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

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