This is a song about "At my pad"

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus

Of smashing brains in, my fucking pen and pad was anxious

Away on my pad and i never get my fingers jammed cos i

I swear i put this shit down without a gimmick or lie

My pen and pad are entrusted to fuel my rage..few can keep me caged/

Guess it's time to see who really is yo' friendtell me you pregnant and i'm amazed

Soon as i turn the bottle more liquor spillin' back

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

Where would i be without my dogs

My win ensured like pad locks.

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

My moschino that fire, bet you never seen that

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

Me im a vet in rap pad u a rap fad my bars

Of these motherfuckers mentallity that they can keep up with my pad and my pencil

And when my gums touch that's the only way i'll spit without an instrumental,