This is a song about "Jot"

Your enemies was the prey and now you pray to god

Watch in shock when the words just come and i jot

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

Letting the melody synch while i jot

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

Gotta finish this verse, can't write it downearly flight now i'm out of town

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

And every woman looking at you knew that you was lucky

Load the glocks they stuntin', we control the block

To this collection of words that i happen to jot

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

I murder every beat with a rap, the ink i jot kills

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

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips