This is a song about "Post it notes"

I seem to love these whips - a white

She grabs her post-it note, turns it to a kite

I know you get lonely when i ain’t home, on the road

You couldn't step in the zone if i wrote directions on a post-it note

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

Fly nigga couldn't tell me nothing different homes

#notes: just randomness as usual!

No one notice your struggle

Middle finger missing so i can not give a fuck

Post your response so we can see how pussies really suck up

And yea i should’ve seen the signs by my first quote

Im the lyrical hangman this post the rope