This is a song about "Jot"

I ain't gonna have ya try ta have you play me like a silly clown

And yes i am the teacher class sit on down/ take yah pens out/ n jot this down/

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

These lines i jot are the recipe to the story of my melody

I'll just write another rhyme for ya and jot up a sentence,

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

I always judge a book by the cover, never the page

Jot a phrase across the page, knock you straight off the stage,

Its like god sent me this grief so i could jot

On the top, was my pops, my momma screamin stop

You'll wish you forgot of the watts i shot, kilowatts got you jot,

Until she figured out that she don't really like to bang cock

To this collection of words that i happen to jot

I'm not an asshole i just don't give a fuck a lot