This is a song about "Helicopter pads"

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

I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her

Pride comes before the fall,so i pray i land on pads, cause im still human

If you ain't talkin' dollars then i don't see where you comin' from

My rhyme ideas come out so fast i need four pads

But fuck that, i live in the hood and we need y'all cats

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

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

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

A young grasshopper that's trying to skip 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