This is a song about "Pod notes"

Trips in the cake holes

So you better be taking notes

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,

Takin' notes on how to win, fuckin' students

Together all the timethought it was true love

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

If we ain't right and always at the throats

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

Fly nigga couldn't tell me nothing different homes

Give me black bitches, white hoes, new clothes

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last

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