This is a song about "Pod notes"

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

A mansion with marble floors, and security codes

Beware for my marksand yo, makaveli, give me them bullets that was left up in your belly

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

Murdered every bod from my squad

Now they're two peas in a pod

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

I could spend my whole life tryna get cash

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing

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

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

Lifestyles of the young and the broke

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

Take you home, let you sleep in my clothes

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

Alot of episodesand as the glock loads