This is a song about "I pad"

The jager in my cup is licorice black

I sit in my desk looking at this white pad

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

Loadin out with my rap service, let it out on the pad i make the whack versions

I'm not your nigga i'm not your buddy i'm not your homie, i just get on rap pad

I love it when it's girl upon girl with one manay, put your butt on my mustache, fuck that

Imma need to know now can a brotha crack

Once my pen kissed the pad, i never went back/

Not too long, i signed up for this pad.

I can't hold back, it's time to attack jack

So you should move away, or join the dude 'n play

Well i guess i've been on the pad all day

Down in miami, with a super ho team

I got the pad when i was sixteen,

So i suppose it's time to start and pull out the pen, pad, and paper

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her