This is a song about "808 drum pad"

You pull up in parking lots

My win ensured like pad locks.

Rap pad was forever haunted

And get a hall pass for this class-act shit

Work hard with the pen and pad

One night love: i'mma need that

Cuz i started on the pad,cuz i started on the pad,

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

I'll push carts just to buy a fuckin launch pad/

And they label me king... you can come and take it back

Tell em their ambitions then we need some more of them

The songs were so dumb, hearin' them almost blew off my ear drum.

I'm the chosen one: sound the drum, own guns

We'll shoot em up with they own fuckin weapons

You have no rap in that pad

This is why her nigga mad