This is a song about "Lap dancing"

Suddenly i felt something crawl onto my lap

I don't know why i'm even on this track

Speaking your name with every lap finished

You the party baby i'm just the guest list

Spit rounds gotchu dancing prancing peter pan type shit

Look in the scope, my people still a target

Your bitch on my lap pleaing for my pee pee so bad

But that's a shitty accent you should've figured that

When i'd rest my head in your lap watching mash

I'll hit you hooky like you skipping class

Tears dripped on my lap, i was battered n' saddened

In this rusty cunt, that won a cup in collectin' dust

There's a kid on the path, and she's laughing n' dancing

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing