This is a song about "I pad"

Dress pimping-like and toast like less when

I got got my pad and pen

If you feel it, it must be real just

But i whip out the pad and think

Then dipping with the fucking pen to go sin again

I could start a revolution with my pad and pen/

I hated, some ritalin, some white socks

Rap pad where i take the lines from the open box

So you she would hide cause she thought of me as a typical guy

Away on my pad and i never get my fingers jammed cos i

I promise i'mma call you back

Rehearsed the verse on pad

Overseas, i can put you on my dream team

I got the pad when i was sixteen,

Backstabbing ass i left you in the past, back there in the chest lock and pad man,

Pussy pop on her handstand, you got me sweatin', please pass me a fan, damn