This is a song about "Note death"

I know you just doing your job

I perfect every note

Yeah, y’all better watch it, mayne, right here we lock and load

Before he went to war that day he left a note

And i be good til the fat woman sing a note

Then i switched the grill on the chevy, got a nose job

I'm feeling like things gon' be alright

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

Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don

He's tensed up all white with a note in his palm

My bitch more sophisticated cause she like to smoke

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