This is a song about "Notes"

And the money that my momma spent on rent and clothes

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

Dope niggas locked out 4 year rap drought

Class is in session, get your notes out

We be like chow

Hard to hit these notes now

I'm the first one to do that i bet you never knew that

//read the notes to understand the message of this rap.

Here they keep a rachet close

So i writ some notes help you compose,

And have you screaming like rnb singers who hittin' high notes

But i got cousins overseas that come to me for better clothes

Notes are done, time for the exam

Weed i can't pronounce man

I hope you are taking notes

Give me black bitches, white hoes, new clothes