This is a song about "Pipework melody"

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

That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money

Ayoh, check the melody, my brain is collapsing

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

Letting the melody synch while i jot

Couple of foreign cars that i ride, no top

Incinerating melody

It ain't hard to make money

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

Readily she plays my skin flute, heavenly melody

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

For shootin' done to you or we're losin' money

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

These lines i jot are the recipe to the story of my melody

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

Rarity: i found it within the melody