This is a song about "Lap"

Hotel suite, room keys is a gift

Speaking your name with every lap finished

Suddenly i felt something crawl onto my lap

Like bobby had whitney we was cooking up crack

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Ya try to over lap life's circle, inhale some purple,

No room for improvement with my gat surges, my head is fuckin spinnin like lap circles

Tryin to torture em to tell, i'm gettin mailbut ain't nobody sayin much, the same old nuts

Hell no i just laugh and walk another lap

Cause i'm ill bitch, they couldn’t make a pill for the rap

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

Trapped in my own communityone day i'm gonna bust

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

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