This is a song about "Notepad"

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

And they'll forever out ya, that's why you always quiet

Notepad and green tea, that's all i need

I'm in a rare breed, extraordinary league

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

Everyone who left me for nothing tell em to call back

I sit in my room with a pen and a 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