This is a song about "Notepad"

I sit in my room with a pen and a notepad

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat

Fuck a label on my jacket, screw you like a ratchet

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

And 5-0 they work for us, walk the beat

Notepad and green tea, that's all i need

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

With a staggerin' pack of cocaine in the sack of my dick