This is a song about "Death note"

But little old me with the few facts that i speak

My words are a #death #note, dont be mislead

Presidential suite and bitch, i never use my right to vote

But i am trying to find a way to get you a-loan (car note)

Blew the fuck up in gray clouds of thick smoke

I'll mail them to your door and send a note

My nigga o that's like my bro without the same damn mom

He's tensed up all white with a note in his palm

I'll strike a match and light your ass, while i write 'n' craft your suicidal note

I'm killlin' off everybody and anybody who calls 2 chainz dope,

Somebody tell justin beiber that i'm fuckin' coming

Even the note when he talked about his little... thing.

Grow older, closer to death.

I shed so many tears