This is a song about "Cruisin to the pad"

Make sure your fuckin' feelings end up up in a glad bag

Yes it's me again i'm putting the pen to the pad,

I ride by bumping shine, i do just that

Hoping for the cashes , fat pad

If yal scared of the pad, you dont wanna see the pen,

Got the fridgedest temperature on my wrist again

Now this shit is turning to a habit

Put the pen to the pad, write some deep shit,

To the hood: y'all don't need me, i need you

I called up my crew to the pad we flew

In fact, they stink like the stuff dat oozes on a girl pad.

Fuck what them niggas saying i hit whoever at bat

Rehearsed the verse on pad

In the house, holla back