This is a song about "Pod notes"

//read the notes to understand the message of this rap.

This the ambition anthem, i flowed it to the flag

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

She blushed, the clothes came off, and i bust heri'm up now, ready to get drunk on the block

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

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

Alot of episodesand as the glock loads

And have you screaming like rnb singers who hittin' high notes

X's and o's, you must be the rose

So i writ some notes help you compose,

Going to class taking notes is what my mum thinks

Felatio fetish, broads know me where i live

In my room, redefinin' the meanin' of black holes

I got a lotta numbers on dees paper notes