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

You have no rap in that pad

No car key and i mean that

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

My ancestors were brought here on american ships

I know what you do with that

Iv not long joined rap pad

About his god-damn dad, mom, she's here,

But still homey keep it real, how does it feel

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

I see yesterday i called you names, and played games on yo' mind

Hit your block with a glock, blog that

Rehearsed the verse on pad

Rap pad was forever haunted

And my momma keep smoking that shit

Might want to purchase some game, homey your shit is so wack

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