This is a song about "Lap top"

Pork on the fork, white in the pot

Till i come out on top,

I love the way you walk

Ok, bitch you outta your top.

Hell no i just laugh and walk another lap

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

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

You wasn't fin' to dress all crazy no more and

Somehow landed on top

Well man i do the yacht

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

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

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

Might want to purchase some game, homey your shit is so wack