This is a song about "Notepad"

Cause it feels right, just spitin in the notepad and on the mic,

Shakin' like it's parkinsons from the clitoris of kelly clarkson's dick

And winds up on my notepad as i re-write and refine it

Watch me blow like i exhale i excel in this rap shit

I sit in my room with a pen and a notepad

Blindfolded my own insecurity was holding me back

All i wanna do is sit back and watch you move and i'll proceed to throw this cash

Take a crack at battling me, you'll be out back with my notepad up your damn ass

Think it's sweet, think he get money across the street

Notepad and green tea, that's all i need