This is a song about "Note values"

And all these peasant motherfuckers take shots at the throne

Walk out on that note, leave standin frozen like madussa to stone.

I know you see me looking girl go on and act right

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

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

Ain't nothin funny, fuck a joke

I perfect every note

I got the idea from a letter that the shit wrote

And i be good til the fat woman sing a note

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

I bet you've never seen a pig fly, nope

And i bet you all them letters in your mailbox waiting

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

One tryin to take note, the next man, feelin my heat like a house in beckham.

No matter how much i try, stay alive, i'm a die a man