This is a song about "Giant sticky notes"

Attach a sticky bomb to your face and watch it detonate.

Control our mental states, settle down and set it straight

I am the giant no containment/

And bijies like im out and

The best journeyacres of land and swimming pools and all that

With presidential kush, my sticky on some jimmy carter shit

So you better be taking notes

This is oh so much like getting votes

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

Leavin' murder scenes, fingers sticky like i shot onyx,

A mansion with marble floors, and security codes

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

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

Let's have a toast for this new love

Mouth filled up with my sticky stuff