This is a song about "Cruisin to the pad"

I'm cruising the dime, trying to get back to my pad in time

And throw up the diamond sign, boy you know i'mma shine

He's cruisin' like bruce wayne as a youth to prove his mixes,

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

The third one is mixed, white and black

Hoping for the cashes , fat pad

Give it to these broads,imake em soar back and all that

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

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

Just in case a nigga never see that thrill again

A bunch of fucking wolves and rats having niggers the size of shaq

Cruisin around with four flats all the way to fon du lac,

All i need is the notepad

Rehearsed the verse on pad

Starring at the pad wondering how to start

Mr. underdog and this is not a bark