This is a song about "Note death"

Ever since then i had no job

There's a quote that note

Prepare to take a note bitch

Man but this ain't no sign language

But ima end on a bad note bitch fuck you to

There's no connection, so they're not supporting you

Dad wasn't around -- my father figure was too short

But the note in his hand can not be ignored

On a low note who knows the path to fame,

I turned into something they never became

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

I'm in a rare breed, extraordinary league

Everybody know me like the contra code for extra men

Blade in her hand and a note on the side as she count to ten,

She grabs her post-it note, turns it to a kite

Studio fifty four if we get the props right