This is a song about "Notepad"

All you fucking bloggin' faggots yappin' up that extra shit

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

I don't care about your drive unless you talkin' ridin' dick

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

Notepad and green tea, that's all i need

Stuck in positions. if victims can't stand the heat

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

I sit in my room with a pen and a notepad

To getting rich off a dream, i throw it the bag