This is a song about "Cruisin to the pad"

Gods words all cursed like crackshai-tan's way of gettin us back

Yo my name is deezy, i'm the best rapper from rap pad.

Exploding to the pad like an iraq

To y'all minds i'm like a uk clock

Your enemies was the prey and now you pray to god

Got rap to myself, got this thing on pad lock/

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

Den i tell that ho ain't no coming back

I called up my crew to the pad we flew

Real recognize real, real women dont know you

Starring at the pad wondering how to start

Dick soft as fuck, but somehow i go hard

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

Dead faces keep my money in a body bag