This is a song about "Knee pads"

My knee was cut open, heart was broken.

All the girls really want is fun

My rhyme ideas come out so fast i need four pads

Niggas talkin' greasy, i'm the one that gave them they chance

But its too late your knee deep.

I say what my mind speak

Bitch, they call it motor city

So everyone sit down or take a knee,

Most niggas love nothin' so i made this tape

Since knee high, i see lies, and here i'm deranged

A young grasshopper that's trying to skip pads

Go to hell, i mean that, burn you like green backs

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