This is a song about "Note drips"

Now they give a fuck about usand if i choose to ride

In a blink my pen drips a script of this shit and i ignite

Not white... it a red liquid that drips!

Top of the dome wit it, or wroten lyrics

Suddenly i see a structure of some sort... blood and sweat drips...

My entendres be tumblin’ while you niggas lack balance

I think it's only right, hoarse and everything

Even the note when he talked about his little... thing.

Bring the remainin' red and white pieces to the fort

But the note in his hand can not be ignored

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

Presidential suite and bitch, i never use my right to vote

So police say it was suicide, suspiciously walks by the murder scene with his hooded coat

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