This is a song about "My melody"

Readily she plays my skin flute, heavenly melody

Shoutout to maybach music, my logic is getting money

So lets stand up to the melody,

That bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

You a lady boss, now you fly free

So lets stand up to the melody,

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

I'm stabbing you with the melody coz i'm in hells kitchen with the recipe

He pumped reeboks, his uncles pumped packs

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

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

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

Incinerating melody

No smilescause ain't a thing funny