This is a song about "Note"

And i be good til the fat woman sing a note

I grew up looking up to niggas that was selling coke

When it came to grams it was 90 i fried

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

But oh i can’t stay away, not never, your my home, home, home

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

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

Listen deeper than the music before you put it in a box, wolf gang

Seen you tryna switch it up but girl you ain't that dope

Before he went to war that day he left a note

It's difficult to let it goi'm startin' to loose my hair cause i worry

I started when i would take a note book and hide under a tree

Manahattan and 40/40, no 40’s but rose poured

But the note in his hand can not be ignored