This is a song about "Notepad"

Notepad and green tea, that's all i need

Yeah i know we never got to meet

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

Inked up on my hands and arms, got them jams in my pocket

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

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

Spit that raw shit, y'all some talkative condoms, fall back