This is a song about "Lap top"

See i give my heart to an unforgiven genre where passion is frowned upon

I don't have pussy on my lap, or bitches in the livin' room gettin' it on.

I love you baby, wanna know why? cause you let me lie in your lap and cry

Just thanking the holy fatherhe made a star and shita youngin still ain't die

All ima need is a nice bitch sittin on my lap

The best journeyacres of land and swimming pools and all that

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

Like bobby had whitney we was cooking up crack

Basking in everlasting hormones he asks her to sit in his lap

And you can check my stats cuz worldwide they attesting to that

Working my way to the top

Fuck you cop, you can nibble my cock