This is a song about "Helicopter pads"

I see a f-cken stargot your momma screamingfor me, like i'm eldebargelookin at my skin

My city animated in blue lights i illustrate pain from helicopter devastation

Notice it every time i pick up the microphone and spit

Spewin' toxic liquid, like i'm gettin' helicopter lifted,

Tryin' to make iti only got one chance

I pray so much about it, need some knee pads

Two for the pads, and two to take down your momma's pants

Bitches don't clap with their hands, so i do not talk to my hands

Hammer-hat flyer than a bag of bats

A young grasshopper that's trying to skip pads

Thoughts were spinin' in my head, fast than a helicopter propeller.

When it comes to your perception of my shit, i'm helen keller

Niggas talkin' greasy, i'm the one that gave them they chance

My rhyme ideas come out so fast i need four pads