This is a song about "At my pad"

Cause fab said he looked like a fag at mayweather’s pad

My moschino that fire, bet you never seen that

Greed written on her face when i bought her first bag

'cause fab said he looked like a fag at maywhether's pad

I'm laughin' at your fantasy of commandin' rap pad, i ain't mad, kid

And nearly choked when he'd tell me not to smokedaaamn, don't get me started

I know my calling's worth like phone card

Starring at the pad wondering how to start

So screw my pad and pen i need to get my ass back to the computer again

Then start again, don't have no muthafuckin' friends niggalook inside the heartz of men

Watching for hollow-tip shots

My win ensured like pad locks.

I got got my pad and pen

Riding around with ms. reece and them