This is a song about "Here on rap pad little were askin where dad"

Hit yo ho with a muthafuckin baseball bat

Here we go, fuck it, let's delete accounts on rap pad

She always comin back

Now put that pen on the pad

Rap pad where i take the lines from the open box

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots

You ain't got one or the other well brother good night

When you said you were leaving rap-pad cause you were agonized

Rehearsed the verse on pad

You got reason to brag

So i'm back like a clerk rapping on rap pad

So i'mma talk about a little bit of that

Fourth quarter, that sack; fourth ward in all black

Scratch out what ya got in that rap pad,