This is a song about "Pod notes"

When they know how

Hard to hit these notes now

So i writ some notes help you compose,

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

Notes are done, time for the exam

Big shit popping, i'm the man

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

But i got cousins overseas that come to me for better clothes

Takin' notes on how to win, fuckin' students

I ain't used to it, she got that hot love

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

So i needs to hit a lick, drasticallyi see some balding-ass niggas and they slipping in my spot

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

I got a lotta numbers on dees paper notes