This is a song about "My note book"

Aye, hold your head homie, look

Put your face in a book

Hot whips somethin cold on my feet

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

Ya'll niggas better whip up a potion my flow so rough my rap book

Her body's been paranormal since buying that pair of titties, look

My words started you shook so looking at my rap book u gonna booked

Two bad bitches in the back, they pretty everybody look

Then write another hook in my mac book

Use my watch as a pawn to get your queen took

I started when i would take a note book and hide under a tree

Lips, hips, hair drops down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

My life’s an open book