This is a song about "Note book"

Blew the fuck up in gray clouds of thick smoke

I'll mail them to your door and send a note

Basketball is my favorite sport

But the note in his hand can not be ignored

Heh, if the autotune's gone

My book is sacred forsworn

Wale folarin somethin they can't ever smoke

Before he went to war that day he left a note

Of the book of your life

Before we see it's hard to live

My window is a book and i'm a fuckin' crook

I've never been one for spoiling the end of a book,

Lobsters and shrimp im good

I want to write a book

Hello in these past few rhymes i have revealed my life i wrote no sugar coat

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