This is a song about "Note book"

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

While i lay back and take a toke of your personal oz of smoke

Since i was left with no hope

There's a quote that note

Put your face in a book

Lobsters and shrimp im good

Not a pussy but there's a tear with every note,

Instead they lock me in the cell just for sellin dope

To soho, baby milo so dope

Post it to they head, leave em a mental note

I got a fetish for fresh, i'm a clean crook

Then write another hook in my mac book

I perfect every note

Girls, i ask 'em do they smoke

Prepare to take a note bitch

Never agree with that message