This is a song about "Notepad"

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit

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

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

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

Notepad and green tea, that's all i need

Outstanding clout, what up greg street

Still got me another deal big as any nigga in music

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

I'm trying to make a way, she never call back

I sit in my room with a pen and a notepad