This is a song about "Post it notes"

Take notes please, your lines can't capture shit are you joking?

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

I'm killing 'em slow like cigarette smoke

Im the lyrical hangman this post the rope

They say love is the slowest form of suicide

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

I got a lotta numbers on dees paper notes

If we ain't right and always at the throats

Cause the head of the game no cheat codes

So you better be taking notes

Rap commander and chief, post it up on some keef

These dude don't know me from adam and eve