This is a song about "Death note"

Never agree with that message

Prepare to take a note bitch

It's ironic they call me a fresh breath no joke

Not a pussy but there's a tear with every note,

Funeral, check my phone, reacting like its new to you

But ima end on a bad note bitch fuck you to

I fucking hate this job

There's a quote that note

Blade in her hand and a note on the side as she count to ten,

And showing you and yours that breaking rules is fucking cool again

What you getting is death

Carefree i don’t need the stress

Wale and we are not the same

On a low note who knows the path to fame,

Walk out on that note, leave standin frozen like madussa to stone.

But oh i can’t stay away, not never, your my home, home, home