This is a song about "Pod notes"

Now they're two peas in a pod

I love the way you walk

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

Cause you must have known, i can't trust the phones

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

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

//summary of the moral of the story is in the notes>>

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

Take you home, let you sleep in my clothes

Hard to hit these notes now

When they know how

I got a lotta numbers on dees paper notes

And the money that my momma spent on rent and clothes