This is a song about "Notepad"

Yeah i know we never got to meet

Notepad and green tea, that's all i need

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

Nah i don't stunt on niggas, i show'em how to do this shit

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

Dead faces keep my money in a body bag

I sit in my room with a pen and a notepad

Everybody judging off a single i ain't even pick

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