This is a song about "Pod notes"

Bitches ain't around one thou

Hard to hit these notes now

Now they're two peas in a pod

Feeling lucky let me touch your spot

I'm too strong, eight arms sticking to a bomb

Read notes for a disclaimer on this song

Yeah ain't that what the song say

Crush the notes and fight the stress away

I fucking hate this job

Then take all your notes that you wrote....

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

I stack da fuckin notes, actin like i'm a broke ass//

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

Take notes please, your lines can't capture shit are you joking?