This is a song about "Notepad"

I'm paramount, nigga, i am, and you can't be mad

I sit in my room with a pen and a notepad

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'll tell you true stories, how i coldly hold heat

Notepad and green tea, that's all i need

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

And put together a million march for some gangsta shit

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