This is a song about "Lap top"

You, you, you have to pay for that

Top notch to the top, i'm rated

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

Why a black nigga take ass over class

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

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

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

Hell no i just laugh and walk another lap

It's blacc friday and i'm glad to be black

Ok, bitch you outta your top.

I gotta know if it's real or not

Woof, bitch, top dog lay yo girl face on my lap, let her play with my sack

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back